This week I'm presenting the poem, and the sketches of how the video will play out.
It’s depressing to be a woman
constantly to be clean and pampered,
but to be treated as a zoo animal in a
cage for the world to see.
Easily to be compared as a tamed
gorilla, with so many thoughts of
being free. The cage is so clear, yet
the wall is a plug barricading a God
They watch my every move,
and judge with their silver hands.
So quick to judge my fate
Yet I’ve done nothing wrong,
I do exactly as they do;
But they’re not