Rag Doll
A woman is a rag doll,
A play thing
Created to clean and entertain.
Her life is not her own
No matter what she chooses,
She must keep one hand behind her back-
For if she fully commits to any one thing
She will be made a fool of.
She will be used up
And discarded
And it will be her fault.
Her body is not her own;
It is a vessel
For life or pleasure -
Whatever she chooses
Will be her fault.
Whether she fully clothes;
To cover and hide it
Or whether she proudly
Bares the skin of her body,
Whatever happens to it
Will be her fault.
A woman cannot exist
And
find peace.