Always. Will I raise my
voice
along with other people
will I shout from rooftops
and scream fiercely and speak quietly
and talk passionately
until our cries and whispers
and hummings
swell into an ocean of power and rage.
And our hands,
a thousand of them,
will rip the skies
apart and shred the
patriarchy to pieces.
I promise.
We'll make you bleed
the same way you
were killing us all this time.
What a pity you failed so horribly at it.
[since this is kind of political, here's a note, that btw applies to pretty much all my poetry: this is poetry not a feminist manifesto (though i'd like to write one of those one day). also, don't confuse myself with the lyrical i (though i love what she's got to say). thank you! as always, i'd like to warmly invite you to express your thoughts and feelings.]
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euphoria
Poetry‚I glance up into the clouded sky. a sea of grey and of nothing at all. and I just want to fucking drown myself in it.' welcome to my 3 am poetry collection. 2020.
