I'm Sorry By Freequency Poem by Blythe Baird

I'm Sorry
No truly I am
I'm
Sorry for so many things to so many people through so many times
But most of all
I'm just sorry that I believed all the lies
I mean
I guess it should come as no surprise that the right to my body is just a societal disguise based on the notion that a man has a right to anything in his eyes from my thighs to my hair
and no
not my dreads
but the ones "down there" as long as my skirt is short enough to "invite" him to stare
So...
I'm Sorry
No really I am
I
Apologize for the disguise that I wear or put on
But
Im SO glad that you knew it was just meant to turn you on
Because
The clothes that I wear have no significance to me as a human being
But rather
They're meant for you to define me by what YOUR seeing
Believing that my hem line determines my inner being
I
Invite you to look down upon me as a suffocate beneath this glass ceiling
So...
Forgive me
please forgive me for not getting the memo
That the cut of my blouse and my high heeled shoes were what made me a hoe
For
refusing to believe that this is how little girls should be raised to grow
and
for fighting for the right to just be able to let them know
BUT...
I'm not sure if my apology is coming off entirely too sincerely
So let me take a minute to break it down for ya'll just a little more clearly
My
closet is full of skeletons
With mascara lined eye sockets
Dressed in
pants so small that they're bony little hands cant even fit inside of the pockets
Their
Scalps so burned from having their hair permed and relaxed too many times
While
Their eyebrows were still drawn in as nothing more than inked black lines
You can see their rib cages which is definitely considered sexy
And you'll be happy to know that under the skull theres nothing but pure ecstasy
And finally...
it can be said
That these are the beautiful women that you kept alive inside of your head instead of making sure that my true substance as a woman didn't end up...dead
But now
I've come back to life
And yes it is with the thirst of a zombie for blood
So
prepare your listening lifeboats because here comes the verbal flood
This society is so backwards I don't even know where to start
Yes Chivalry is dead because I shoved it back into a corset and skirt
Holding the door open doesn't make you a man and
Walking through it doesn't define my femininity
I'd
Much rather have you respect my values than be used as a tool to prop doors open ignorantly
Better Yet
Why not recognize my divinity for my ability to walk through this Earth as a proud woman consistently in the face of paralyzing structures that try to make me conform to norms of beauty that are really just corrupt stations for harboring personal insecurities
I am a beautiful woman but society did not tell me that growing up and its a pity
Because I'd like to think that I'm over it but when it comes down to the nitty gritty I still sit down and wonder what the hell did I ever do
"To make me feel un-pretty
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if you say so
You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make
But if you can look inside you, find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty"