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Woman:
Refined and Revolutionary
We march
We speak
We look you in the eye
We frighten you with our wisdom
birthed in struggles and strife
Our stories belong to us and we belong to ourselves
Yet, you seek to define us:
Girl, Whore, Broad, Mistress, Wife, Femme Fatale
Your connotations are infinite
as you seek to keep us finite
You seek to degrade us as you adjudicate us
Your savage measures threaten our subsistence
Good sirs:
You only fan the flames
We have no fear
Only a familiar female fury
We will not wait
We will storm the gates
And rise once more:
A phoenix from the ashes of your fires
Day 26. I had another word in mind today. Perhaps it will work tomorrow. This is it for today.
I ❤️ this, Kim!
Thank you! Writing helps in this treacherous times. 🙂
Wonderful writeup..