Tira from Soulcalibur
Photo from Soulcalibur Wiki
You expect me to fight,
But how can I fight?
Nothing but green rags I wear,
You think they are clothes.
How can I fight
with nothing but a strip of flimsy fabric across my chest?
Would it kill you to give me armor?
This sharp silver ring of death,
wielded like a hula hoop,
is more an act of sex than an act of protection.
My abilities mean nothing to you,
you create me for my image and my body.
How can I fight
when you create me in the name of sex.
I dance effortlessly around the battle ground,
disguised as fighting,
in order to please men and boys.
The creator sells me not for my abilities,
He sells me for my body.
I am not an object to be owned!
I have abilities of my own.
About the Author:
Samantha Antosh is an English Secondary Education Major/Music Minor at Marywood University. She is a gamer, and her favorite game is World of Warcraft. Despite not classifying herself as a feminist, Samantha found her inspiration in her experiences while video gaming.
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