Idea of She
I think you like the idea of me, but I feel you are lost in this philosophy. Forgive me if I come across as rude, but frankly I am sick of this attitude.
You tell me how it stirs your inner feelings, to see my body’s shape kneeling. But I am not here to offer you a prayer, and I don’t appreciate the way that you stare.
I can see the look on your face, and it fills me with utter disgrace. You disrobe me in the eye of your mind, and you think that I am your lucky find.
Your cat calls fail to catch my attention, and then I hear your insults from my lack of affection. When will you finally understand, than I am not a prize to be won for your hand?
I can see why she covers her body completely, because she can’t walk down the street discretely. When you look at her, see yourself through her eyes, and imagine how it feels to be an object to surmise.
Now you wonder why her voice remains silent from your attempt, and can’t imagine why she holds you in this contempt. Could you for just one moment stand in these shoes, and understand your verbal innuendo as abuse?
I am so sick of these failed strategies, that attempt to deliver self-serving flattery. You clearly do not comprehend, how these words always offend.
But if you think it’s ok because she’s drunk, let me clear the air so there’s nothing left to debunk. When she’s in this state of mind and unaware, it doesn’t mean she’s consented and doesn’t care.
If you think her being drunk is her judge of character, she’s not the one who’s taking advantage of her. Is your honor so fragile and meek, that you can only feel strong, if she becomes weak?
Would you behave in this manner towards your mother, can you start acting like you’re her brother? I know deep down its attention that you seek, but please lose these ancient techniques.
And if you feel she doesn’t have a right to choose, because someone held her down and left her with more than a bruise. Imagine how it would feel to carry this memento in her womb, that leaves her feeling like she’s living in a tomb.
I know that society and culture tells you it’s your right, and why would she even put up a fight? But what if you had been born as a she, would you finally understand how to respect me?
– Susan Clark (SFCK)
Artist: Tatyana Fazlalizadeh