I stopped being ‘girl’
when I pushed one from my womb
and if I was ever anything less
than woman, It did not belong to you.
You who will forever be boy,
always the spite filled, burning cold child
throwing his toys and seething with wild
because you, boy,are unable to see:
Exactly what it takes to make a woman free.
Not what you believe she is supposed to be
but a self that exists away from your hand
and no matter how loudly you raise your voice
she is not bound to follow your plan .
Violence and anger don’t make a man.



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