my heart is made of concrete

my lungs of porcelain and tile

my heartbeat is a car horn

and my legs are stacked like steel

my mind is a city

full of blinking lights and sounds

I have a man-made personality

feminist?

to some it rolls off the tongue like the grit from last night's pork

you? a hair-covered, bra-burning, feminist?

no, feminism is not male-bashing, god-hating barbarianism. you are wrong.

feminism is fighting against the veiled warrior that is society's gender roles

walking down the street, a young woman is constantly harassed by cat-calls

behind walls, in stalls, she falls

the red lipstick she wore today

was not supposed to be her blood