Respect Our Women Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Respect our women
I hear them cry; tears forming lakes of sorrow, it's still amazing how these men don't ever drown in them; I can see their fears; another woman is talking about rape, afraid of walking alone; I swear it's way beyond the subject of dress code the way inside these perverts wanna peer; but then again, is it really?
Tell me, don't you feel guilty; the way every man's name has now been dragged through the mud because of your actions? Do you ever just sit and ponder what your words might have done to these women; steady breaking their hearts, I swear such actions can never be divine, we need to coach these lads to respect our women more; substitute the woman hurting and envision your mother in that same position you place them and tell me, does it turn you on now? When these women all turn feminist and launch campaigns calling all men trash because of your garbage…
I hear them scream; their voices hitting the high notes, never safe despite their clothes having tight knots; I can feel their pain; blood oozing profusely from their eyes, nothing but sodium chloride in the pores of their skins; hearts palpitating uncontrollably at the grotesque thought of you actions, can I apologize for these men?
Tell me, do you feel macho after resting on your nine months old baby?
But I am not blind to the fact that it is not all men that are trash, this garbage hurts us too; so how about women educate these young girls on how to behave and dress, because it is sad that all these slay queens are clad in nudity and we need men that will school these lads on self control and how to treat a lady; because each on has a duty to teach one and I hope that these words reach one, it doesn't matter which one…
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