Hear Her Roar
I’ve always felt that my feminism was a little diluted,
Cloudy and unclear;
my purpose uncertain.
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So, I fought for women, they were beaten,
bruised; my fight for them masked my own.
*
I start to shake, my need,
boils over; a volcano erupting,
My anger can no longer be covered,
hidden from view; gone unseen.
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My rage is mirrored by those whom match my own,
together we stand; together we fight.
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So now my sights are set,
like perfectly set concrete; my view is only of those who make the bruises,
To the perpetrators, the entitled,
the pied pipers leading the snakes into our grass.
Our fierce arms will hold you back.
*
The howl of a feminist is not that of an angry woman;
of brittle angst, of years of voices scorned.
The howl is of a feminist’s strength, of her power;
her shouts and the hope of thousands to join her.
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Hear her roar.
