Cubicle

I'm a small congested cubicle

 I see many things

 I'm on the 13th floor of this high rise building

 As high as a man's ego as unlucky as being a woman 

 I belong to a woman

 Or should I say every woman belongs to me

I have seen women being made to shun their dreams, hopes, aspirations, their voices

Out of sight, inside me

All hail the patriarchy

I see many things

I see women getting groped, paid less

Touched without their consent

I see women having to smile 

I see women being expected to smile 

Through all this

Cause let's be honest a smiling woman

Works as an incentive 

I see women not able to speak up

Against these things

I see them taking refuge in me

Going deeper, deeper and deeper

I bind and I also set free

I see people in power asking for sexual favours

It reminds me of a sheep being taken for

Slaughter

I see this all

I still keep quite

I can't say anything

I know every woman

And every woman knows me.