Why wouldn’t women be angry?

Don’t we have every reason to be?

Is it safe for us to be angry?

If not now, when?

How many more generations?

Until we’re safe to walk alone at night?

Until drunkenness no longer excuses you for raping us?

Will you listen when we stop speaking with question marks?

Will you desire us if we cease to self-optimize?

Will you love us if we promise we’ll always be angry?

We lost count of the ways

We resent the patriarchy

For treating us like property

For setting us up to fail

For burning us

For not believing us

For trying to snuff out our power

Because we can snuff you out

Before you're even born.

You said: someone has balls

When they are brave

But they are a pussy

When they are weak—

It makes us want to do a kick test

To see which one can take a beating.

You minimize our superpowers

Call us weak of mind, evil of spirit

Ravage, rape, and judge

Our bodies

Like they are objects rather than the

Miraculous mysterious vessels

That gave you life.