Feminism isn't throwing pink onto a fire
Watching pink fade to red fade to ash
It isn't wearing black and spreading your wings
Reaching to even the score
To level the playing field and to
Prove yourself to be just as good
It's raising our daughters
In a world where equal is a given
Where wearing pink isn't an of course
And where playing with dolls is a standard
It's where we're all just people
And where no one has stereotypes
Piling up like endless brick walls
Being stacked higher and higher every day on your shoulders,
No end in sight and no hope to
Just exist, free of sex and free of gender
To just exist, where liking something
Is unique and different, not an eye roll
No givens, no of course
Just you
The formatting was being weird and not letting me put it in the middle. Sorry.
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Slam Poetry
PoesíaSlam poetry about my life because... idk, I thought this was a good idea.
