"This is for Ladies" - Amal Kassir

Aku tidak sengaja membuka sebuah postingan seorang kawan Love yang berisikan sebuah pesan untuk para wanita. Dan aku bener-bener takjub. Diem. I can't say anything. Kayak serasa dihujam anak panah begitu denger Amal Kassir melantunkan puisinya...

I represent the political party

That stands on behalf of the half-naked Barbie

I represent the woman of the twenty-first century

And this woman is everything

Except for her dignity...

I represent the oppression

Thats been painted pink

Where my body wings

And my voice just shrinks.

I represent the fact

That I don’t even have to think

I can manipulate a gentleman

With just my flirty wink

I represent the degrading

That we, the women, are facing

On our own accord

I’m sat with the so-called feminists

That are also fashion magazine whores

I’m marching with the ladies

Who fight for their right

Except they’re slowing me down just a little

Because I think their jeans are too tight

I represent the rape and

The pain

The sliced wrists

The prostitute’s pay

The boyfriend’s choke

His many many games

Sticking my finger down my throat so that I can look okay

All of the tearsAnd all of the cries

That came from the hardship

Of trying to please the guys

I represent the freedom of choosing

To be enslaved by this patriarchal system

That robs me day by day

I represent the hatred

I’ve got for the mirror

And the naked girl on the front cover

And the cancer for the big breast endeavor

And I represent the advertisement that claims its all better

I’m the revolution of womankind

I’m here to change a system thats kept us blind!

Take off all your clothes, ladies, and you will live the life!

Except there’s just a couple of guidelines that you should probably know:

You gotta flirt, walk, talk, dress, know exactly where to go

Here, take my copy of Cosmo;

“50 Things He Wants To See In Bed”

50 things I think you misread

You’re doing something wrong

You’re not skinny enough

And your chest is way too small

Plus you’re covering too much

Darling, I really don’t see how you could move along

Without investing in this kind of stuff

Because otherwise,

How is anyone supposed to validate that ass?

Oh, ha, by the way, you’re not showing enough ass

I really do apologizeI know

I’m not showing enough skin for you

And I should know better than to think this body is mine

I was sent down here to live out the Secret of Victoria

I have the freedom to succumb to your fashion magazines

And submit myself to your fantasies

But if I choose anything other than that?

Then I guess I’m oppressedI have the right to wear whatever I want

But only if it has the length of a minidress

But this shirt here thats to my knees and hides my figure?

They want me to get that off my body

How am I going to be a pretty, air-headed figure?

And these coloured scarves don’t seem to aesthetically cut it

They want to see extensions, hair dyes

They want to see my hair gutted

And apparently my posture is not womanly,

And my face isn’t the prettiest, unfortunately

But  I was just wondering if someone could please tell me:

Who the HELL decided that I was ugly?

Is my face really not good enough for you to just look at me?

Do I really need to take off all my clothes to get a job in any industry?

Why aren’t my eyes beautiful enough to just be clean?

Instead of having to paint them with guano to enhance the green?

Call me a fool

Cause I’m not drowning in any man’s drool

But I will never get down on my knees

To be in a Pretty in Pink commercial footstool

I have so much sadness for my ladies

Where is the respect?

Why have you forgotten your value and, instead, have wept?

They’ve drugged you with this illusion that you’re not good enough

But break away

Because this struggle doesn’t have to last forever

Follow me

I’ll take you on this liberating endeavor

Because I represent the right to the body

And I stand on behalf of the body’s liberty

I represent the real woman

In the most raw form

With no need for cosmetics

Or weight loss reform

And, mainstream,Here’s to you,You can go ahead and call me a girl who’s oppressed

But I assure you

The weight of that institutionalized word

Will not make me expose my chest

I am already perfect

And I will cover so you can’t see

I am damn happy living with my

Dignity”

- amal kassir-