Female rage.
I am a woman,
I yearn to be pretty,
to dress up and strut,
without being shamed
for a gram too much,
on my waist or the
bags under my eyes,
for an outfit, society,
can't help but despise.
I am a woman,
I desire safety,
when I go out at night,
drunk on life's highs,
without fear's bite,
scared not to be raped
or to meet a dark plight,
before finally reaching,
the safety of home's light.
I am a woman,
I'm often confused,
struggling to fit,
rules so abused,
seeking to thrive
in this world of
expectations so high,
trying to survive,
my purpose wry.
I am a woman,
I feel fear coursing
through my veins,
in a world where
disdain has the reigns,
still I will persist
despite the chains,
society's attempts
to kill my flames.
I am a woman,
I am enraged,
by your oppressive hand,
that's keeping me caged,
by all your restraints.
But you can't bind me,
can't hold me down,
I'll scream for the silenced,
the ones broken down.
I am a woman,
I'll stand tall and strong,
for every little girl's dream,
I'll fight along,
to break the chains
of this world unkind,
constantly seeking
to undermine.
With every breath,
I'll raise my voice,
against injustice
I make my choice.
I am a woman,
I'm embracing my strength,
defying the norm,
I'll do all you said
I shouldn't, I'll reform,
facing society's battles
with calm,
for I am a woman,
fierce and strong.
I am a woman,
you will feel my rage.
And if you want to burn me,
I'll chain you to me on the stake.
This purpose I'll abide,
I will survive and defy,
this system designed
to confine.
So watch me rise,
relentless and sage,
for you can't quell
this female rage.