Pen to Paper: Found guilty, on account of being a Female

She only speaks in subtle tones

as not to disturb the rest–

her voice goes unaccounted for, dear sister,

speak when spoken to– that is, in docile address.

The courtroom is a place of men

and intelligent ones at that

but please, if you may let her interject

I assure you, her insight is much deeper than her sex.

Her silhouette spouts banter

the conversations lack, until someone points to something

of substance, of meaning, or something near her neck.

She speaks in her saunter, the coolness of her dress,

until someone else speaks for her

the body says the rest.