Visible Oppression

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I am oppressed,

without chains.

 

I am oppressed,

without a cage.

 

I am oppressed,

without a curfew.

 

My tyrant is a Notion

A threat which has

Words

It whispers my

Downfall

And rages

Unseen

Behind eyes

It hides

Within bodies

It possesses

 

It has a view of the world

I do not live in

As an equal

I am

NOT

Admitted

 

It controls a world

I do not want to live in

As a woman

I am

NOT

omitted

 

Forced to face such a world

This is my torture

As a prisoner

I am

 

Inhibited

 

My cheeks are pressed against the glass

My eyes

Rub

Against the clear surface

 

I see it

Cloying before my eyes

The truth

Such nectar

Such poisonous nectar

 

The Notion,

sees’ it too.

Though feigns ignorance.

 

It’s what’s holding me against the window

Looking at me through the glass

It’s what’s done up my button hole

Trimming my secret garden with it’s

Scythe

Violating my justice,

Coming in my nectar.

 

I am militant

In suffrage

smeared

jeered

feared

 

The Notion

The conductor

The puppeteer

Plays on with the defilement

It’s theatre

A distraction

My rage disguised

 

But my eyes remain open

Merged with the glass

I watch

The Notion

The pornography

The deception

Do It’s work

It’s wrong

Such fuel

Such rage

It builds

And it will build.

The glass won’t withstand the volume of eyes

Dried

And forced

Upon it

So we wait

And watch

And fuel

And rage

 

under the visible oppression.