When I speak
my words automatically turn
into fire to those I intimidate.
My voice is so frightening
it haunts those who hear it.
My demeanor is a nightmare.
When I enter a room
heads spin fast
as if it were an exorcism.
My presence is so alarming
those who see me shake.
My rage can be felt
as if it were heat from a stove.
When my name is mentioned
I am recognized as
the angry woman.
My reputation is so legendary
generations to come
will discuss it.
When you speak my name
know that I have a legacy
that inspires many.
My legacy is so extraordinary
I touch the minds of other women.
When the minds
of other women are touched
they become angry as well.
Their presence is felt.
Their words are heard.
Their reputation becomes legendary.
But are we all truly angry women?
Do we really possess anger
instead of passion
when we are heard and seen?
Are the truths we spoke
truly remembered?
Or is it the integrity we possessed
when speaking it?
The anger was seen
and captured by men.
The message was heard
and received by women.
The words from an angry woman
they will forever be
up for interpretation during discussion.
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My Collection of Poetry
PoesíaThis is a mini collection of my poetry. I love writing in general. So, last year I began writing poetry. The very first poem in the collection is what began my poetry journey. I also write essays and have journal entries as well. I plan to put more...
