Feminist Rage

someone new

i went away,

don't ask me where i've been.

all you need to know is that i was gone

and though i didn't come back whole,

there are more pieces than you've ever seen before.

don't tell me you miss who i was

because who i am now left her behind.

i don't want to hear about it,

i don't want to think about it,

i've done enough dwelling on the past.

maybe my eyes are different,

maybe my smile has changed,

but at least i no longer walk

like every step gives me pain.

if you're stuck in before

long after it's over

i won't carry you forward,

you won't fit on my shoulders.

you can have yesterday

but you won't see her smile;

make love to a ghost

who's been gone for a while.