you try to tighten my shackles
but i'm no stranger to a sting in my wrists.
you can't do anything to me
that i haven't thought of doing to myself.
so take your time throwing thorns at my sides,
you've never had great aim
not that that would stop you anyway.
what you don't know is that
i've been where you want me.
what you should know is that
i'll never let you be the one to put me back.
how many times have i made myself cry?
how many times have i wanted to die?
how many times have a dried my own tears?
how many times have i gone one more year?
how many, how many, how many times?
too many times to let you inside.
how many, how many, how many times?
too many times to let you decide.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)
