Pandora’s Box

Today my mistress locked me up
Surgically removed me from my home
She zipped me up like an open wound and closed the door
I woke up in a fog

I can’t see it’s all black
Too cold to feel my blood
I beat 100 per minute then 200, 300

Louder louder I pound the box
The sounds rise like jumanji
Then she lashes out                                                                                                     Tosses me down the river
(Don’t touch the box)
It’s just temptation you hear leave it alone

Oh mistress so misunderstood
We had so much more of life to see
Many more men and dreams to conquer
It’s safer this way she thinks
There she stands skin covering bones covering nothing
Her ribs they float effortlessly with nothing to protect
My mistress locked her heart away                                                 She did not think she could live with it anymore

Daily Post

XX Chromosome

I am not the Woman of Willendorf

I have a face with many expressions

Do not exaggerate my features

Don’t put me in a tight outfit, give me a push up bra, or shrink my shirt to reveal my midriff

My mind  is not full of flowers

My neurons move just as fast as yours

I am a woman but it is not my ass, my breasts, or my aptitude for giving birth that makes me so

There is no milk flowing from my body

My womb is empty–it’s doing just fine on it’s own

 

No I am not the Woman of Willendorf

I am not a symbol for your manhood

I am the woman of battlefields

Your fist could never knock me out

I’ve had knives deep inside me

You couldn’t scare me if you tried

So go ahead put me on a shelf

Use me as nothing more than a sex toy

I’ll take your pride and nail it to a sticking place

I’ll crucify your boyhood

© Hannah Munroe