As women we are conditioned to love what breaks us Because unconditional love isn’t a skill to be cultivated, It’s an expectation we so painfully fill.
As women we are told that there is meaning in our silence. That our beauty lies within what stays untold, That our voices limit our inherent value.
As women we must mold ourselves Into one of a hundred cookie cutter Versions of the same person that We deem an acceptable form of femininity. They tell us that this is our identity When really it’s a way to make ourselves Palatable.
As women we must apologize for conformity And we must apologize for breaking away. The female population lacks the luxury Of confidence without judgement Because we fear it won’t make us as simple.
As women we are tailored to please the world. The burden we carry aches with all of the moments We wish we could have done something different and didn’t. I am tired of the rules. I am tired of the chains.
This is more political than my poems usually are but whatever