Being a woman
What a dread isn't it?
Being told what we should do
And what we shouldn't
By men.
"Do this and be looked upon"
They say
Bleed out a supposed a child every month
The only pain I'm proud to endure
The only soreness I'm not ashamed of
The power to push out a human being.
The question is
Why would I?
Why would I allow another blameless soul on this distress
Never from me
I won't grant it
-woman
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
