The War on Women

The places where I should feel the safest

Are the places where I feel the biggest landmines

Nothing is ever certain

Beneath my feet I feel the threat

I feel the landmines beneath my soles

I walk carefully to not disturb them

Yet I am human, and sometimes my feet trout too heavy

Not out of maleficence but out of tiredness

Tiredness from my soul

And it seeps out to my limbs haphazardly

Unintentionally I become clumsy

Clumsiness is not a luxury afforded to women

It causes war

As if my faults allow opportunities for your actions

In an attempt to keep the peace

I lose pieces of myself instead

An army of wounded women

Amputees with no visible wounds

Only within the mind can you see the degradation

By trying to keep the peace

In a world that wants to have war

It is easier to blame the women setting off the landmines

Then to blame the men who planted them there in the first place

Women are the cause and the causalities

In a war we are trying so hard to avoid