Solemn woes, greedy gratifications.

I make no apologies. 

I make no apologies for what I have become. I earnestly say that I was made to be this way. My way might not be your standard of dignity but I shall stand with my backbone stiff with no regrets. My kindness might seen adamant to you. My position of words, unruly. Dare you say that I lack respect though, for I and the likes of me were given none for a period that goes way beyond your age. 

I was made to watch you speak, to let you feed me and off me, to let you break me apart. I learnt through time, watched and stood silent for decades to count. When my life hung though your fingers, my fingers washed and cleaned you and your mansion of cruelty. My body, my mind, my soul and my entirety belonged to the profession of men. 

I was killed when I gave the world one of me. I was killed if I raised my voice. I was beaten for naivety. I was your chattel and my believe was deeply so. I lost every inch of me and along with me so many. I gave, you took and took it for granted. For generations and generations you took it without searching the value within. I had no self worth because the self itself was prospective, a fetus really.

I hatched myself out. Through sufficient agony through ages. The likes of you, who still provoke my strings, I speak loudly now. And I say ‘Don’t’ with a clarity that I bring with me from eons of manipulations and forgotten docility. I am not yours to be handled. I speak not with disrespect but with a respect of humanity which you seem to have lost within your self of loathsome chauvinism. 

I make no apologies for how and what I speak, the attire I wear, the words I read and the life I live.