Feminist (unfinished)

I'm a Feminist

But

My ovaries are in pain.

I'm a woman

But

I don't feel connected to my main vein.

I'm bleeding in places much deeper than my-

I'd say the word

But i'll refrain.

Instead of being taught to embrace,

I've learned to drown

In

The

Pain

Of

Being

A

woman.

Soft

Weak

Instead of

strong

And unique.

Instead of taking agency,

I'm treated like an antique.

Fragile,

Even though i've survived

Everything men told me...

(I'll leave you to ponder but

won't describe. )

I love being a woman,

But it's a love/hate relationship

I can't lie.

I take pride

But when my head hits the pillow,

I do cry.

In fact, I mourn.

I mourn the excitement society had for me when I was born.

Now i'm rejected,

Because of children i haven't ejected,

Penises i haven't erected,

a husband i haven't selected.

A pariah if you will,

But i have my own will.

Something women are shamed for because we feel,

Feel the need to take back our power

Because if we don't,

Someone else will,

Tell us

What to wear,

How to heal,

**** our souls until we cant feel,

Leaving us empty

Alone and afraid

Only to arrest us for a feminist parade.

I love being a woman

But my heart is in pain,

I find solace in the depths of a woman,

So I know i'll remain...

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