I'm a woman and I suffer from that

I'm a woman and I suffer from that
Faced with standards not to be exceeded, criteria to be respected
A society that pushes you to the limit and morals with a thousand taboos
I'm a woman and I suffer from that
The other, the other in whom I reflect myself, reflects back to me the image of weakness, submission, the weak link
The other translates my defense into insults and my demands into revolt
The other makes me feel guilty for all the ills
Guilty of my clothing
Guilty of my gaze
Guilty of my voice, which they consider too provocative
My femininity would be a valid reason to be harassed, to be assaulted, to be raped

So today I plead not guilty
I'm not guilty of my body
I'm not guilty of my choice of clothing
I am not guilty of your cowardice
I am not guilty of your lack of culture
I am not guilty of your incivility
I am not guilty of your inhumanism
I am not guilty of your intolerance

In the Middle East I am stoned to death
In Africa, I am circumcised
In the West, I'm prejudiced
Everywhere society excludes me and reprimands me
Because I'm a woman
Because I'm a woman and I suffer from that

So I intertwined my words to cry out my unhappiness
And I won't stop talking as long as this world continues to discriminate against me
And on the roof of this world, one must write like a decree
That woman is a diamond in the rough
If you don't add anything to her sparkle, let her shine on her own
Let her spread her splendor in this world

Thank you