„Ok I get that it was like a bad experience and stuff but like why did you have to write a poem or a song or whatever about it?“

I am a woman.
I am too be seen and not heard.
I am a woman.
But I live in a man’s world.

Men are visual creatures they say.
They like women who like to play.
They see the pretty girl up on the stage
They hear her voice but ignore her rage.

The rage that shows in her words and within
the lines she sings but they won‘t listen.
And she screams and she pleads
And she cries but no one sees
The burden she carries for the rest of her life
So she falls silent, sits still and she smiles

But not today! I will not shut up!
Because you need to listen and I need to talk!
This the only way I can be free!
I am a woman and you’ll let me speak!

TW: ****** violence, trauma

A man walks up to a little girl
Sits next to her
while her insides curl
Why? She sees the look in his eyes
The lust he doesn‘t even try to disguise
She‘s seen it before and she knows what it means
Like a predator - looking at his prey it seems

And without asking, without her consent
Why would he need that? After all he’s the man
He touches her here and there and there
And she won‘t move because she‘s too scared

She lies there in silence
Alone with no guidance
No one told her what to do
Can‘t say no, cause that‘s rude
Doesn‘t want to upset him
so she just lets him
Awaits patiently
‘til he finally lets her be

And she can‘t tell her friends
Or forget how his hands
Hurt her so badly
You call that manly?
To use your power in such a terrible way
What would the mother of this man say?

But why? Did I choose those phrases?
Those horrible words?
Because the woman he chases
She‘s just a little girl.