POEM: My Skin Is NOT a Problem, Trash Is!

By: Nozipho Madlala


Even in your deafness
you awake to the whispers
of my skin
and in your blindness
you see its glow
Your body prompts you
you grab and you touch
without feeling
you’re numb
and I’m hurting
you’re dead
and I’m breaking
Dead skin
dry and longing
for tears to soak me
we both cry
in pleasure, and in pain
but you’re just a man
and I’m just skin
and we both know our place
so I hide away
covered up by your
laws and your culture
your religion and your opinion
but even then you find me
Society often attempts to police women’s clothing under the guise that it’s for our own good. It’s for our own safety. A lot has been spoken against the assumptions and insinuations associated with women’s clothing and rape culture, a lot can still be said. But all I will say is this: Our clothes are not the reason why we are not safe. Our clothes are not the reason why we cannot or should not be respected. Trash is the reason. The only reason! 
 

    Author: Nozipho Madlala

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