I feel ashamed to be a women
To have to explain why I bleed
To make you understand my grief
When I myself feel unsure in this body
_is it true that its all in my head_
I feel like a target has been imprinted
To have to hide who I am
To have what I want
When I myself do not know beyond needs
More than love food medicicines and sleep
- if I want to burn bright
why do I need to burn twice -
I feel huge in this space yet so little
To have been belittled because I exist
To make sure my thoughts never reach any tongue
When I can urge all and any to speak
But will be sullied by any word that may fall
_if its inside a head is it untrue_
WOMANHOOD
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
