Doorways (to hell)

Thighs,

skin,

hair,

nape of your neck,

curve of your lower back,

breasts,

navel,

ass.

Body parts.

Damned.

"Your legs are powerful."- They warned.

They say it's a blessing to have the power to grab a man's attention with a woman's body.

I believe, it's a curse.

To have doorways which can be pushed and forced in uninvited.

We are everyman's wet dream even when we beg not to be.

We have been doorways.

To allow men to enter with their repulsive touch.

Contaminating us.

Making us believe we are worthless

To be trophies.

Closed containers

Locked.

We ask him to stop.

But WE are inviting.

"We are beautiful!" They say.

Tarnished.

"We are asking for it." They say

We don't ask for your hands, your mouth or your body.

We lay there with blood trickling down.

Washing.

Cleaning.

Scraping the filth off our body.

Not knowing that our souls have been bruised.

"We deserve it!" They say.

These legs have doorways.

Doorways which make us womanly.

Doorways where we don't have a say in.

Unwelcomed guests making it their home.

Broken doorways.

(Natasha Noel)