You can be anything-
Or so we are told, but let me be queer, loud, or confident and see what narrative unfolds.
Quiet now girl, you're much too dramatic:
How can I stay silent when my sisters' cries for help are seen as theatrics?
How can I smile while being disregarded, how can you think me ridiculous for staying guarded?
How can you expect me to love the feeling of being discarded?
There's a rage that scorches the earth of my soul,
Seeing the patriarchal tendons flex and take hold
Why is every man I know entitled to invade a woman's inner home?
Fuck you and your demands, fuck your feelings and your uncontrolled hands,
Fuck, man.
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Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
