Little girl who taught you
that your body is an object of shame
Girl of God
of Truth
ordained.

Who taught you to hide
When you hear his name
Girl of blood
of power
of pain

Little girl who taught you
To be timid and tame
Girl of wrath
of beauty
of flame

Listen to me girl
Fight your demons for a longer while
Girl, little girl, I taste the revolution
             in your smile

You,
my Darling,
have a bite
strong enough
to cut through
sea glass--
do not forget this.

I find it quite ironic

how some

men complain when

we don't sit with our

thighs pressed together--

when we don't

"sit like ladies."



Because these

same men are

so unfathomably eager

for us to spread our legs wide

for them in the bedroom.

I'm going to die alone,
but that's okay.
I've been warned.

And if the stars have given me that
fate,

what God am I to disagree?

I feel the old gods in me breathe.
Subtle hands, contracting intercostals,
feminine fingers that scream and wail when I let men with ill intent come near me -
feminine fingers that announce themselves as Athena, Diana.
Do you have a legacy?
I feel Nefertiti, Osiris, Iris, clench their fists in my gut when I cry in my sleep and wake up angry -
Hecate spits and twitches her paws when my undulating heart lacks the oil that flourished during her reign.
Wings over me, the contorted body of Nike. Protective but irate.
A shout, and a burst blood vessel in the corner of my eye -
by the aging moon this tumult of Dido's wild ichor inside me grows...
Have you ever used your voice?
Athena's words in my head telling me to scream -
Roar of the old gods telling me to run -
Their tongues in the sand and in the grass blades.
Child of flesh and hard times.
An unknown voice from the mouth of my mother commands me - 'take firm grasp of the magic within you'
Perhaps I am too afraid to reply.

You must've misunderstood the type of women I was raised by
Because when they rose their fist and shouted
I AM EQUAL
they did not put it down to raise me
But instead lifted me by their shoulders and showed me how to raise my own

****

*****

*****

*****

That's all we hear

Everyday

Over and over again

When does it end

When will the stigma fade?

Girls,

We are beautiful

We are strong

We are not;

Fragile

Made of sugar and spice and everything nice

We are made of steel

We are born of strong mothers

And Grandmothers who went through it all

Who carried the weight of the world on their backs to make a better world for us.

We are told from a young age that we can't do anything

And I'm here to change that

Be you

Be strong

Be like a girl.

Why would I discuss ****
If Masculine **** is fine
Society don't give it a shape
Mental design get in line

I know this phenomenon
Coz it happened to me
Well now it's a foregon
It wasn't simple as it feel

A girl molested a boy
But boy appeared as pervert
It was like battle of Troy
In which boy was compared with dirt

He can't have a police complain
He can't have any trial
The law doesn't recognise it
Oh dead fish stuck in brail

Police arrested that boy
Subjecting crimes that are not done
Girl acquired fake support from
Feminist people in a bun

This was the end
Of a Real Story
Unknown cases and
Candle march glory..

man once said to woman:
you fight like a girl
and she replied:
and you fight like a man
and he said:
that is because i am one
and she said:
exactly
and he looked confused
and she said:
i fight like a girl because i am one

Woman becomes blade. Woman becomes something sharp,
something you’ll think twice before running your hands over.
Woman becomes cold steel, because maybe if she is threat
she is no longer target.

You do not blame a sword for how it is sharpened, how if it
is wielded in the wrong hands it can wound. Still you say this
is no way to live. As if your sharpened teeth and hidden claws
do not bear the same weight.

You say this is no way to live. As if you alone could melt
her winter heart and metal bones. She will not bend to your
will, no matter how she loves you so. She will not soften her
edges into a coffin. She will not become your final resting place.