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.