Poem: "Ladies First"

As you open the door 

To a dimension of weeping woman,

First to be overlooked; uproar 

Rages inside every woman

Ladies, first to be soul stolen, marketed by price, 

Butchered by society’s definitions of right

Our bodies gambled by gavels, tossed like dice,     

Recovering from patriarchal bites 

Ladies, first to be objects,

Puppeted as sexist muse

A social construct--gender 

Becomes a scrutinized view 

Ladies, first to be exiled from education, 

For oppression we’ll never unlearn

So how do we fight for our nation?     
When our nation has no concern

Ladies, first to be daughters, wished into sons

With the sound of Malala, Michelle and Mary 

Listen, can you hear, everyone?

Our rights ‘may vary’ 

Ladies, first to be ripped from her home, 

A child becomes a brutalized bride—

From a mere X chromosome

Puterfrying her inside 

Ladies, first to be imprisoned; shackles of a ‘home’, 

Taste the bitterness of our food,

Hunted as our ancestors roam--

An earth where gender subdues.

Ladies, first to be told, ‘too short’ and ‘too much skin’,

But we’re skinned, battered, bruised

Even more proud of this skin 

When did it become yours to abuse?  

For ‘ladies first’, mannered our timely curse of  society’s brew, 

But we are first be last, to carry our fight, for as long as it's been due.