A Woman's March in April
Dark space, Bend, contort, The 30 plus joke, The fawning, the fearing, The faking of confidence, Then, I am waiting, Waiting to petted Waiting to be cooed Waiting to be cuddled Waiting to hear... to feel. I think I know what it's like... To be the others, They are all you. and me? I fight the war, I fight the selfish war, The 'i am here' war, The 'don't you see' me war, I dance that fawning dance, I dance that acceptance dance. I hurt, I bend, I contort, I fake the confidence. You can keep the faces though! Keep the blood that runs thick, Keep that name! It's hard to wear, I am too round, ... it's hard to keep on Too bold. My eyes have seen things, ...stretched out my mind but I am just! Too wide! I can't fit! You can keep the face, I don't need it. We are all planted in the womb, We have no choice, Sprouting from matter so dark, Spiralling, loose, and out! Most covered in holy glitter, Some, gutter p