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The Anatomy of a Woman

I was born a woman, you see

Clawing out of my mother’s womb

with an apology already on the edge of my tongue,

“ I am sorry,

sorry I ripped you from the inside out,

left you aching , bleeding and trembling-

something, as I will learn soon,

only a MAN is supposed to do

or so he claims.

“ Supposed to”

as if instead of that apology, he was

born with an heirloom woven into his existence

 

An heirloom of his right

over me, my sisters, my mother , her mother and mother of her mother.

Like he was born to exist

And I-

What does he think I was born to do?

 

I was born a woman, you see

With an organ you know nothing about

An organ so foreign to you,you laugh at me

An organ forever festering,forever growing

An organ called “Fear”

Fear you’ll be right around the corner waiting

to punish me for some make-believe crimes,

Fear you’re too lost and angry

to consider me human tonight

Fear I breathed too loud and dreamt too high

Fear I was born a woman in these times.

I scrape my knees, twist my ankles

and scratch off my face

But this ever-growing organ stays,

like a living, breathing thing

I can’t ever get rid of .

I was born a woman, you see

I must’ve been born with

a warrant all over me,

instead of skin

A warrant visible only to men

with hungry eyes and roaming hands

A warrant so strong that

All of my “No”s pool at the corner of my lips,

drip down my chin and stain my shirt

For why else would all of my screams

go unheard like that

Why, when I cough up blood and spell out “N-O”,

is his hands still around my throat, in my hair

and making sweet love to my innards?

The ones I threw up on the floor

when he first looked at me.

I was born a woman, you see

with your honour, your pride, your power, your revenge and your favourite threat-

ALL between my legs

And at the merest chagrin

You cover my mouth and lay your claim

Forever hungry

Forever excused

Forever thriving at my expense.

You weren’t born a woman, you see

So I tried to remind you of

your mother, your sisters and your daughters

But I am them

And you devoured us all

right after you devoured your soul.

We were, all of us , women,you see.

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