Cognitive Restructuring

A short hem line,
A deep neck line,
Flashing shades, heels and boots,
And without knowing what’s inside her heart and soul,
She is tagged as a temptress or better a w***e.

Still captured in the shackles of fabrics and lengths,
Covering the dirt with long cloaks,
The filth with longer sleeves and more,
And in a distant land, divided garments are a badge of woe.

Pink is subtle, red is cheap.
All the lip shades are nothing,
But symbolising a man’s mind is too weak.

Take her sheath as a yes to rape.
Forget her virtues.
And make her goodness fake.

Oh! When and how will the time change?
Will it require the hymen of more women to break?

Awaken, my land.
Bring her freedom, which is beyond the tag.
Colour her red, green and blue,
Show her a different hue,
Of dignity, honour and respect which is true.

Make the golden bird soar high,
Let glory be reborn,
Let renaissance take over,
Let the child bearers be more than a vase.
And all is required,
Is for you to look inside her heart.

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[J Todd Underhill]

Would love to have you share your powerful words on www.worldpoetryopenmic.net Fridays at 8pm Mountain time. Probably 2pm Saturday your time but use Google to do the time conversion. Well written!