It's hard to be a woman in a world that wants you less
Than a blow-up doll; than a dishwasher; than a coin-operated
Jukebox cranking out the same tired hits.
He wants it pert and pliable, slick and smell-less, ready when he is and,
Dear God, not a second sooner, not wanting, not crying, not bleeding,
Not speaking unless it's thank you. Unless it's perfect, no notes.
It's hard to be a woman but here I am, the ghost in the shell,
The whisper in the night, saying more, saying it's not enough,
Begging for a fresh tune, and realizing I'll have to write it myself.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions