Why do we search for smiles
When there are so many around us

Don't forget to store an extra in your back pocket
Who cares if your dwelling
Dwelling to far into your head

What matters
Is a visible smile the public can observe
Evidence that they have nothing to worry about

Because you plastered on a smile
Because to them you are unbreakable

Face away from the shadows
They will only hinder a shatter

The wall of false realities still standing

Always turning back to the voices
Reminding you where you stand
You start to shrivel

Wanting to break down
You crumble
Hearing a knock
Snapping back
Someone stands in front of the door

Plastering on that smile
Once more

The voices
Screaming out your name
Reminding you your place

Forget about your suffering
Go to the convenience store
And pick up a new smile

Do you ever stare at something
So beautifully violent

Indescribable is the feeling
Of warmth
The smirke slowly growing a long your lips
The tings of more completes your stomach

The thought that you are somewhere else
Or maybe you were someone else

It all hits back with chills
The sight of blood
The strict screams of those in charge

Wanting the chamber to be let open
The thoughts have other ideas
Violence is the only thing that amuses them
Calms them in a way unique to anything else

These thoughts blend in with the others
Yet they crave more than any other

The sight of dominance, blood and violence
Settles them as if it was their reflection

Dripping down, staring at the warmth that fills all
Smiles turn the corners to see if they are real

The thoughts are the only true feelings left
Numb to others
They are real and always present

Never let them take over

To be a woman
Is to be property

To act ladylike
Is to mold into the stereotype

To speak up is unheard of
Just go crawl behind the white man you see in front of you

A glimpse
Of steel is all you see before
The warmth of blood drains every part
Every being you thought to be strong
Now gone

Pick up the pieces
Bandage that wound

We have a war
One that was fought before

Blood on the knife
Stained the suit of the man walking to the congress chair
He holds it up with a smile
And the other men in the house follow
As they add it to the closet of achievements

We are strong
We are not blind to perspective
We see in color

Stitch up the knife wound
Targeted at the abdomen

Property does not fight back
A piece of land does not speak words
The cornfields do not unite

To be a woman
Is to have a voice
One loud enough to be heard over laws
That prohibit natural human rights

Our bodies are not to be tagged by the market vendor down the street
Politicians now playing a game of operation in their makeshift white coats

Forgetting all that we have achieved
Women's bodies are now more dangerous
Than a gun on school property

To have a body
Is to have a choice

To be a woman
Is to bring justice and unity to all