#femininerage
In the morn I was born
To a sky of thunder and storm.
Oh Heavenly Father, lounging on your throne
You gorged not me, but a stone.
For wiser and stronger I am
Though fivefold I lost to Your wrath,
Thrice that my waves have crashed
Brushing Past the shackles of Man.
The Past which left mothers forlorn,
The Wrath which left ****** scorned,
The Hate which left witches scorched,
All from lies, You, Father, told.
About the youth which the maid leaks,
The wisdom which the crone gives,
The freedom which the ***** seeks,
All truths which You twist and lead
To weave the hero’s lion pelt
To cement the ivory tower’s ascent
To sing life to the Prophet’s lament
All who become, Father, Your essence.
All who become right and divine,
Glory to them! Glory to thy!
Glory, Glory to thine scythe!
****** are the ones who defy!
The ones who bleed in sin
The ones who age and limp
Those who refuse to stay within
The guides of Your Holy whims.
Lowly and ****** You point and scream
Lowly is she who eats and thinks!
****** is she who f*cks and sleeps!
****** and Burned is she who dreams
For You, Father, fear the prophecy.
From these broods, come will she
To do unto You what You preach
Spouting from the womb You envy.
Envy, envy of what you crave,
To breathe life into a babe,
To know that in its veins,
It is Your blood that emanates.
And so those before me suffered,
Burned, ***** beaten, bartered,
Mothers, sisters, daughters, lovers,
All fresh lamb to the slaughter.
But Your prayers and preying failed,
For I grew, hidden in a cave,
Unbridled, unburdened by your gaze,
Did the Mother have me raised.
The Mother whom you call Gaia,
The one who named me a messiah.
I am not Your Eve or Pandora,
For I was raised to be Jupiter.
So I will have bitten no apple,
No pomegranates I shall nibble,
Cast aside will be Your bread and sickle
And with my thunder, the skies shall ripple.
For the tears the maid and mother shed,
The indignity the hag and harlot felt,
Their ashes scattered there, even yet
The crosses where they all bled.
So I, Jupiter, must ascend
Mother, sister, all I shall avenge.
Despite the roar and rage You have left
Fourfold or eternally, I shall collect
The forgiveness, the sorrow in our debt
For, I, Jupiter have ascended,
And my thunder shall be Your end.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
For the Men:
You will carry
my future child
A thousand men
Will grasp at you
While you scream for
Justice and peace.
If you show your
skin, you will pay
with your blood and
tears. If we let
one go the rest
will soon follow.
A little girl
will not be safe
we will own you
Till your last day.
Women's blood will
soon fuel my hate.
A mother's cries
We laugh at that.
You pump your legs,
and run away,
Your silent cries
ignored by all.
We hold you down
and force our love.
Even a child
will not be spared.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
For the Women:
Men grab women
like we are dolls
Alone we cry
for you to hear
heartbreak and fear.
My body is
not yours to keep.
Six feet under
crumbling dark earth,
our bodies rot.
While men have fun
we die alone
covered in blood,
***** and sweat.
We fight hard but
it's not enough.
Men grab women
like we are dolls.
You make us feel
alone and small.
Bodies buried
beneath the grass.
The dead will rise
angry and hurt.
Their thighs ******
cut from your lust.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
I have had to fight my own matriarch for my rights.
I have had to learn on my own to fight.
I have witnessed a woman birth boys and girls all the while boys will be boys.
I have witnessed her loud will to fight for herself but her completely denial of me.
I have struggled with this syndrome of men being more deserving of forgiveness.
They don’t know any better, they are just dumb, we have to teach them.
No ma’am. I didn’t birth them. I didn’t choose to bring them into this world and refuse to teach them right.
I didn’t choose to pass the blame as they grew into adulthood and spewed hatred of you and me and all those like us.
I sat quietly as you punished me far more severely than them.
I sat desperate for the right attention while you shamed me and hated me.
I walked through and protected you while you refused to protect me.
I live with conflict inside my chest.
Do you love me or do you hate me?
I shrank myself because of you.
My matriarch tore me down.
She confused me.
She bound my hands and gagged my mouth.
She is strong and loud, courageous and brave.
She gave me the fire I have inside but she tried to burn me with it first.
She loves me but she loves them more than me.
She didn’t fight for me the way she did for them.
She took up her place as woman but her hand reaches out to man.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
I want to be violent
I want to destroy everything in my path
I want to **** my mother
whom i held so dear years ago
I want people to shudder
as they see me go
I want to watch something bleed
the way I have been bleeding for years
I want to bruise my knuckles
Stab my voice into someones ears
then they´ll listen
I want to drink the blood of all the boys I´ve loved
paint my eyelids with it so I can glisten
I want to scream so loud
that I can shatter walls
simple right?
Ill do feminine things, that´s all
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
My girl is made from fire and stardust.
She feels like a child of the wind and the rain,
Her wrath—an unprecedented hurricane.
But love her, speak sweet words to her,
And she is the cool breeze on an extra hot day,
The reason you feel like it might be bearable to go out and play.
She’s a light spring shower,
Covering the earth with blooms,
Bringing it all back to life.
Oh, but don’t you dare stand in her way—
She is divine feminine rage.
The storms before—I swallowed them whole,
And now I’m beginning to see
That maybe all of that was to make sure
She had an unshakable roar.
And oh, is it beautiful to see
That no one will stand in her way.
Her words spill like lava,
As steadfast as a bull,
Yet her heart is still so full.
Sweeter than honey—
Until you challenge her storm,
Until you test her form.
And if you do, just know—
I’ll pray
For you
To make it out alive.
Because you see, my girl is made of stardust and fire—
Two untamable things,
Two forces together, unchained,
Burning, rising—
Unshaken, unbound,
Stretching far above and below the ground.
So think twice before you stand at her door,
If you wish to endure the unfazed wrath
Of all the women who came before.
She is the storm, the flame, the roar—
A force the world will soon learn
Can never be ignored.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC
I am woman
But I am not
Where there should be flower
there's **** and rot
I should be girl
So that you can nut
I should serve you ***** but never ****
I should be smaller
I shouldn't be louder
I should nibble and never devour
I should be young
I should do that forever
I should be stupid so you can be clever
I should **** you
But I should be pure
I shouldn't **** him though
that makes me a *****
I should be bald from the neck down
I shouldn't call you when I break down
I should be nice
I should be meek
I shouldn't cry and I shouldn't leak
I shouldn't scream
I shouldn't hiss
I should not explain why I still flinch
I should whisper
I shouldn't joke
Like every girl I should like being choked
I should be by design
I should be like a doll
I should know how to curl up in a ball
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 11:34 PM UTC