Demonised by existence

By birth,

I am exiled to an existence of hellfire.

I am unwanted.

I am desired.

I am obedient.

I am defiant.

I am a goddess.

I am a slut.

I am polite.

I am egregiously ill-mannered.

The concept of my life is to be praised,

A celestial being that men pray to in desperation.

Yet, I am a horrifying demon.

I am revolting to all men,

Tearing their lives apart.

I greet them with pain.

I torment them with unjust punishments.

I rule upon the forefront of cruelty.

For my existence,

I am the demon from below,

Risen to impart terror.

 

I am birthed into a life I do not wish for.

As I grow,

I am taught what I must & mustn’t do.

I am strictly watched,

All my actions judged brutally.

As I enter the starts of adulthood,

I am demonised by men.

I am the scapegoat for their impious desires.

I do not force myself upon them.

I merely exist within their presence;

A sin deems rightfully punishable

By terrible means.

I wish to live a happy life.

Though, I am reduced to an image

Of a horrid heathen

Inflicting dreadful sins upon man.

I wish to only life,

But I am reduced to only exist.

An existence filled with turmoil.

For I am the worst thing to be faced by society;

I am a woman.

Done