I am sorry
For you don’t see your entirety.
You’re strong, beautiful, and wise-
Still hold fast to surprise
May each night you live be starry,
Filled with hopes and shooting stars-
NOT
peacefully escaping bars untouched- safe not sorry.
When around peers, you probably drown in the stares…
similar feelings: being mauled by bears.
But, you’re strong.
You’ll bear the burden.
You’ll sing someones song.
BUT
for how long????
With each day, you will become wiser.
Your proud, sexist, fathers would have it no other way…
Man raised you. He MADE you.
A credit only suitable for a man to herd.
A whole gender for him to own.
Disgust, fear, anger!!!!
You’ll be doused in it the more you’ve grown.
Absurd.
We are coerced to accept what we cannot change
but holy hell these four quarters are equal to a dollar, and it’s high time we break free from our collar
and run the yard-
no longer anyones’ bitch.
Poetry