i'm worlds away
and it's too late:
i'll never get back to who i was.
but it's okay.
i'll be okay.
you say that i've changed
you say it like it's a bad thing.
it's not up to you
to make me up and spin me around
keep searching for your favorite angle,
i just wish you'd put me down.
you like these parts of me
but, oh, not those.
i'm just not perfect head to toe.
you say you can change that,
fix and rearrange that -
but i've got something to say:
i never asked for your fucking opinion.
so take your eyes off my body
and your hands off my life.
who died and made you queen?
certainly not me.
so what makes you think
you have any right to speak?
YOU ARE READING
Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)