Slavery is alive

What is human life bound in female flesh? Beauty makes you valuable, desirable, usable. It can earn you money; on glossy pages you can sell your body or marry the money of a man if you're lucky... If you're not, your body becomes a commodity for the benefit of a patriachal society. The sanctity of femininity, meant to welcome love and receive maternity - a blessing from a greater being - receives only the violence of lusting. Pathetic, mercifully quick is their usage but nightmares don't forget damage: rending, tearing, breathing thunders through your skull like waves breaking and breaking 'till you wake-up shaking... and that's if you're lucky enough to wake-up. Else smoking oblivion will have to make up for dreams in another life that will never see the light - never, too long to hope, too long to fight. This is not me Neither life do I lead but the shock of such reality, the fear for victims in need - where is God? Is this karma for sins of old? For this story is threadbare from being told.