6 Women In Epics. A Woman At The Golden Threshold

A Woman At  The Golden Threshold

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When I was slammed with guilt,

Their misogyny barks at me like a feral beast,

As if, they believe, they know everything…to say the least.

The superiority of the man is an overbearing tide,

While my words are just unfamiliar grains of sand.

Because I am a woman? 

Respect me. 

Don’t expect me to accept your demands and reprimands! 

To enjoy your stare and your leer, and then 

Your curses for staying still for centuries! 

I was too young to understand where I stand,

 It seems that there is a shockingly fallacious expectation, 

From me, my duties, my purpose of life

No one asked me for my consent! 

All of a sudden, everyone there, with erroneous assumptions!

Not yours to assess & publicly judge! 

Respect me and my separate entity, beyond your judgment.

Don’t expect me to take it as a compliment!

Man... It is harassment, it is an assault.

It is YOURS, and NEVER my fault! 

It is a power play. It is oppression.

Furthermore, it is treating me like I am a possession.

It is threatening. It is disrespectful.

It is entirely neglectful, 

The fact that I am much more than ‘a nice rack’

Listen and hear, this isn’t a request or a plea,

It’s a demand, from me

 To Respect me even when I am a rock. 

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