If I wrote a poem about feminism,
would you assume that I'm a woman?
I have dirt on my hands,
tears in my shoes,
sweat on my forehead,
and a soreness in my shoulders
from a day in the field.
I broke my thumb during the game,
decide to hang with the guys tonight,
wear a cleanly pressed button-down,
order a couple of beers,
and take **** from no one.
I go to work at the firm
wearing a nicely tailored suit,
present myself unapologetically,
make a living for myself,
and have no children.
I am Woman.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
If I wrote a poem about feminism,
would you assume that I'm a woman?
I have dirt on my hands,
tears in my shoes,
sweat on my forehead,
and a soreness in my shoulders
from a day in the field.
I broke my thumb during the game,
decide to hang with the guys tonight,
wear a cleanly pressed button-down,
order a couple of beers,
and take **** from no one.
I go to work at the firm
wearing a nicely tailored suit,
present myself unapologetically,
make a living for myself,
and have no children.
I am Woman.
