every monday she says she wakes up regretting who she is
that going through all the ******* and fear is not worth it
every monday wishing for the other side the life of power of comfort and ignorance
every monday she wakes up wishing she was not a woman
i spent a long time talking with some friends and hearing the painful stories the women had was gut wrenching. i don't often look to imbue my poems with definitive meaning but i want everyone to realize there is a constant, daily struggle that all women go through. every single decision has to be calculated and then later analyzed to influence further behavior. women are in a chess match with society to simply lead a comfortable existence and that will not stop until we destroy misogyny and make sexism a thing of the past. if you are a man, think about your actions and decisions for once, see what it feels like, you are under no threat. there must be an open, candid dialogue that exposes the virulent ignorance of our male dominated, overly masculine culture and forces everyone to rethink how they exist in that culture.