"Speak softer"
"Dress nicer"
"Smile harder"
"Look smaller"
again...
and
again...
I am not nor have I ever been quiet.
My inside voice was my protest song.
I will not stand still confined to the space society has crafted for me.
Look at me rise through the ceiling of glass.
Watch it shatter as the Rosie's did before me
The protest marches on
"We Can Do It"
Takes on a new form
We have choice
We have a voice
We will not hide
We will demand to be treated with equality
2018 and we're still in this shit, fighting the ignorance
Commanding the streets, hear the thunder of our feet
You grab where you please, thinking you can silence a warrior,
but what you don't know is this pussy is a lioness
and nothing you do or say will stop our mighty roar!
For We Are Woman!
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Thoughts from the Abyss
PoetryA thought flashes by, what is it saying? These are my random thoughts from the abyss. "God gives us the life he believes we can handle. He knows your strength, believe in that." Warning: I'm not a poet and I know it. You've been warned.
