you say that she's not one of us,
that she's not even a "she."
you say "he's not welcome here"
and asking "him" to take his leave.
you see an invader, a monster, a thief.
i see a princess, a queen, and she's not make believe.
if you don't stand for all
you can't stand for any.
you can't keep her out
because her guards are many.
to you, we're the "real ones"
but it's all in your head.
it doesn't fucking matter
what between our fucking legs.
she is my sister, my family, my friend
and i will defend her right up to the end.
if she's tall or she's short,
if she's fat or she's thin;
if she likes makeup and dresses,
if there's hair on her skin.
if she's black or she's white,
if she's any color in between;
if she's young or she's old,
she deserves to be seen.
i think you're the pretender
and that you're full of shit.
if you stand for all women
guess what, babe, she's it.
she's not a performer,
not a liar in disguise;
and you should know that your bullshit rhetoric
could actually take her life.
she's one of us
whether you like it or not.
i love all my sisters
without second thought.
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Feminist Rage
PoesiaA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)