Justice For Eve

Justice,

Please help me define it

I'm helplessly begging on my knees

Thinking Am I next.

As we match through stained streets

Our footsteps imprinted with blood

For what will happen to creation if the woman's crown is bleeding?

Tell me, are you listening?

For our pleads and cries have reached all nations

But you still turns your backs, not willing to listening

Yet have the audacity to ask me if the length of my skirt wasn't the reason.

What is it about your desirability politics

That you accuse me for being your trigger,

You fail to take accountability for your lack of self control

Telling me the reason you violated me was because you're bored.

How more patriarchal could you get?

Acting as if sex is a thing done onto a women and not with a women

Worst of all, against her will.

That's called rape.

You take away a piece of her that she'll forever be searching for.

Why is it that my curves, thighs and breast are now formed as a weapon against me?

My willingness to love and appreciate my body will be seen as me trying to oversexualise myself, Sarah Baartman's story now becomes mine for my self worth is demoralized.

I'll be cat called in street corners, devoured by those who view themselves as holier than thou and made to feel like nothing less than contaminated stale.

Tell me, can you hear me now?

I didn't think so

Just like you claim to say you didn't hear me said no,

Talking as if body language isn't enough of a sign that I did not give you consent.

Justice

Please help me define

I'm helplessly begging on my knees

Thinking who is next?