My father doesn't know- about my past. As the **** culture comments slip from his tongue- I mourn for the women who experience the same.
Because every time it is a knife upon my spine chipping away at my backbone.
Some days, it hurts to stand up straight.
5, 6, 7, 8- Women need to procreate!
We tell women their legs are an entry way men can use at will.
But then they urge us to keep the seed growing inside of us- when sometimes it is just a **** coming to the surface because of an invasion of our own garden the one we spent so much time growing.
In the case we let it flourish into a flower, even though we don't have the proper nutrients all of those mouths that told us to water it are now dry and absent.
They don't return so we are the ones who become withered..
Once, a man who thought we was more medicine than overdose took away a child that could of been my sibling.
And ever since- my mother feels the withdrawal.
7, 8, 9, 10- Will **** culture ever end?
Not when there's a vulture among the white house now painted blood red, Caucasian white, and bruised ego blue.
When the words are noosing their way around our necks- we must give misogyny a kiss of death.
When some "feminists" spew misandry from the pores remind them to exfoliate the hatred from their vocal chords.
Remind them to look up the definition of feminism.
We can't forget- about the boy who was forced by his cousin and stayed silent because "men can't get *****" right?
We can't forget- about the women of color who fight harder than most because their skin gives them the greater war.
When this America is etched with white supremacy Don't let them fetishize or demoralize our sisters. We stand together.
Don't let these instances slip through your fingers. Grab them by the throat and remind yourself of when they made you lose your voice.