Untouched
Untouched
If stares could rape,
I am being raped
A thousand times, each day.
I am covered from head to toe.
Yet I feel naked than before.
Every day, I cover myself
And lower my gaze,
While the men look
At my body and my face.
I don't need a man in my life.
I have perfected the art
Of doing a man's job.
That of respecting and
Protecting myself,
As the men are busy
Dissecting the female anatomy.
They get curious
About my virginity.
What should I tell them?
No. I am not a virgin.
I have seen and heard and
Experienced too much
To consider myself
A virgin anymore.
Only my hymen remains intact.
Untouched.
Most men will be pleased
To know that.
Voila!
They got their hands
On a virgin.
They will ignore
The marks on
My heart and my soul
Given to me by this society
And are eager to leave
Their own marks
On my body.
Not all men are staring at me.
Some even put their
Hands behind their backs
To let me pass
But they are too few
In this male-dominated society.
Some may think of me
As suppressed
Because I cover myself.
They try to teach me
The ways of the world
But I am not ready to listen.
First, teach your boys
To lower their gaze
And not look at me
As a piece of flesh.
If they learn, it's well and good.
If not, bear with my
Covered self
As I am bearing with you.