The theme was the 50s, entertaining for a party cruise.

I was told to dress up fancy, be someone's muse.

It's not like I had a choice to refuse,

So I walked around in my way-too-high-heeled shoes.

The shameless men grabbed me with their eyes,

While the Judiths did nothing but normalise,

My body, my dignity, they just couldn't humanise,

I was a prize, and they blocked out my agitated cries.

How am I supposed to fight?

when at the end of the tunnel I see no light.

I just want the world to act right,

but on the inside,

I feel numb.