I am so terribly,
of what when unfiltered
my mouth should say.
Do I speak such terrible truths…
of honest opinions of wistful youths?
Or do I lay upon such speech
of good intentions: politically weak.
My mouth it does so run awry
yet with its filter it stays so shy
for I have learned such golden truths
as silent being- a mindful fool
For if I should shake such closed off state
I could find myself quite awake
an engine roaring; wheels keen
for it is such life that shakes my being
There behind the catch of men so great
lies the rebel that time did make
and though publicly I do not stand
on soap boxes with speeches grand
Within societies invisible chains
of glass ceilings and closed off gates
there is a soul so brave with fire
that unfiltered exists; a feminist writer.