Feminist Rage

who asked you?

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?