PHENOMENAL WOMAN

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

I am a woman,

phenomenal woman.

I am sick and tired,

tired of being seen

as just a sex object.

I am not addressed

because of my talents.

I am not called upon

because I am unique.

I am not important,

irregardless of me being a special being.

I have a lot of potential

waiting to unlock itself,

pending till the right moment

for the world to see.

But NO!

It's like there's something

about me that just

reeks of molestation.

It feels like a stamp

of 'she can be used'

has been placed

on my forehead.

So everywhere I go,

It always seems to follow me

like an unpleasant odour.

No matter how I 

try to wash it off,

the next moment I'm with a male,

I begin to reek of it.

It pains me,

whenever a discussion

is raised and a female's

point is brushed off.

The extent of this

pain of mine

cannot be measured.

Maybe I'm taking

things to the extreme,

maybe I'm taking

things too personal,

maybe I'm too vulnerable

for my own good.

Maybe, maybe not,

I will never know. 

© Tianah O. O