Look how the table turns,
For it made me wonder:
If we would say,
“He was dressed inappropriately”
“He provoked it”
When it is a man,
But the fatal shame,
And the onus of blame,
Shifts so easily onto a woman.
Almost as if,
She perpetrated a henious assault,
On the weak male sensibility.
By baring perhaps, too much of her faith in a wicked world,
Born in a body she cannot do anything about.
Born in a world,
That thrives on billboards,
Vying to catch your eye- short skirts, pretty faces,
To sell anything,
From cars to horror stories.
Born in a world, where you take her to parties,
And politely excuse yourself to talk about politics.
Born in a world so obsessed with gratification forgone,
That a woman,
Must have asked for it.