I stand in the world with the expectation to nurture and care,
To serve without hesitation or suggestion to do so,
I stand here for the way I was born, into the world I entered a girl,
And to my dismay from that moment on conditions were set for my life as it was for my foremothers,
That I must make myself small and not assert my will, to sacrifice my desires to the benefits of people I know,
To protect the men without praise or recognition,
That I must control the scenes of life behind the curtain of the play,
what if I do not desire to live that way?
And desire not to sacrifice my will and time for the benefit of others?
To stand for myself and only that,
I'd be named selfish and centered on oneself,
For so called traditional values state I may not lead, may not scream or tear certain walls down,
And I feel as if I do a disservice to my sex if my desires fall in line with the preset expectations.
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A Queer's Rage
PoetryA collection of poetry channeling the rage of one particularly miffed queer person.
