i've broken too many times
from the shoulders i've been forced to stand on
to see over these walls.
i can't stop now,
i can taste the sun
on the tip of my tongue.
it mixed strangely with the fire
in the back of my throat.
now i know.
i know what will be left standing
when these bricks fall away from the sky.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)