Feminist Rage

i keep on

the pieces break under my feet

but i keep walking.

something more than the sound of shattered glass

has to be waiting.

my voice cracks in the air

but i keep singing.

something softer than the screaming

has to be waiting.

my hands tremble by my sides

but i keep them clenched.

something steadier than the seconds

has to be waiting.

i've been walking and i feel like dropping.

don't know where i'm going and the fear is showing

but i keep walking.

because something stronger than my breathing,

something better than what i'm leaving.

has to be waiting for me.