A Woman’s Weight

(a poem written after indulging in Rupi Kaur and watching too many angsty spoken word performances)


I can feel my weight
But can’t you?
You flinch
Under the volume of my proclamation
‘We want change!’
Under the repetition of my question
‘Will things ever change?’
Under the burden of your temptation

But once again I will be the one to change
So you aren’t troubled by this weight I bear
God forbid my curves get in your way
My hips stare too long at your eyes
My dress too tight
My lips too loose
My body too woman
My woman too heavy

Or everything else too weak.

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