i cut myself open with the tip of a pen,
took the blood in my veins
turned it to ink on a page
and the flow never ends.
what rushes from between these
clenched teeth
clenched fists,
mold it into something more
than feelings that i couldn't handle anymore.
now i've got a handle on myself
and something in my hands
and somewhere to aim it.
i let it run from me
bleed from me,
all the too-many-things that made me feel empty
fill the page
until i'm happy with what i see.
until finally
i'm happy with me.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)