Naked and UnAfraid

 

I was born naked,

Roamed my home with laughter,

Playing as an infant,

Free as the wind, fearless in my truth.

You dared to say I’m not a normal woman?

Well, I wore skirts as a child,

Until a man decided his hands

Had the right to feel my thighs.

Cargo pants became my armour,

So I could study, thrive,

While you rated women based on how well they grind.

Is this your idea of strength, of being a man?

What did you do with your first paycheck?

Spend it on a looker—your prize for the night.

You boast of class, watching porn as you sneer,

Claiming I’m the one shoehorning into your life.

You said I was after your money?

That’s laughable, really.

Weren’t you the one lamenting your father’s struggles,

Crying about how you worked hard for your mother’s troubles?

Yet, when a woman speaks of her pain,

Trying to rise,

You mock her,

Exalting another’s body as if it’s a trophy.

And you think I’m the one who’s vile?

Gaudy? Insane?

You lose yourself to booze and laughter,

Yet look down on anyone without your status,

As if people are slaves,

Not humans.

No wonder you work under Jeff Bezos’ pay plan,

Dreaming of being a CEO yourself,

A throne built on calling others ‘stupid,’ laying them low.

That’s the shoe you fit—a cog in the chain,

Feeding a world where human worth dissolves in disdain.

You boldly asked me, "What was I trying to prove?"

I was simply standing up for everyone under the roof.

Now do you really believe I belong in a mental asylum?

What did I want? To simply be a girl—

Not a trophy, not a prize, but free to be real,

Without your labels, your judgments, your ideals.

Yet here I stand,

Naked and unafraid,

Not in body but in truth.

Your labels cannot define me,

Your world cannot contain me.

I am the woman who once played carefree,

And I’ll reclaim that child,

Free as the wind, fearless in my truth.