Blunt

Being a woman is no joke in this society.

Sit nicely, wave, and smile politely.

I have thoughts, fears, intentions, and demands.

I have a voice that commands and eyes that pierce.

My weapon is my freedom

Free thought.

It’s something no one can cage.

It can be ignited with rage.

Dangerous if untamed.

Unleashed they think we are.

Always in need of domestication.

One life. One soul.

Long flowing curls

She sits. She thinks.

Her soul it grows.

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