Trying to find our flow but not just from memory but from feeling I’m stumbling words blocking my flow I’m running from the memories that scare me because I think I’m different this world shakes and rings like a ticking time bomb I’ve always felt that with each breath I’m struggling to breathe least I’m calm and serene I don’t remember the last time I felt the feeling and been that being to forth-come my own peace I’m not steering I’m in auto drive auto pilot of my mind letting my thoughts wander and gather and barely form full for days writers block I don’t talk I let others steer the way I don’t change I form to beings to fit their ways I gave in to the patriarchy but now I’m back to my chaos praise my original style my own ways we running feminism till it hits the breaks because of the new waves but till we all equal it stays my proud anthem for intersectionalitism