You say I’m hysterical because
I fear the uncontrollable, the fallible
I cry for those struggling and crumbling
I panic under stress, becoming a mess
I hurt from the weight of your standards, your hate—
but my feelings are not hysteria they are criteria.
Criteria of being human,
of having empathy
You blame my emotions on my sex,
say I am inferior because I am too complex.
You paint me as dependent, disposable, delusional, emotional;
meanwhile, you pride yourself on your simplicity:
Eat, Fuck, Sleep repeat.
No emotion because that is for the weak.
You strong man.
Unrelenting hunter, entitled conqueror, manipulative savior.
Us weak women.
Can't control our emotions
Can’t make our own decisions
because our wires are too crossed
We are complex.
but that is what makes us human.
All different, but one we are strong.
working to make a better place
for our sisters and daughters.
We can’t stop, won’t stop these tides of changing waters
We will work.
Dig in our heels
to keep turning the wheels;
the wheels of progression ever spinning
powered by waves of women
from Cleo to Elizabeth to Wollenscraft
Qiu Jin and Stanton and Susan B Anthony
to Davis and Steinem and Walker
Even today, that wave flows across the world.
Powered by women like Malala, RBG, and Stacy Abrams
Women like AOC, bell hooks, and Adichie
To women like Cullors, Burke, and Michelle Obama
So fear our “hysteria”
because those we cry for will persevere.
Our panicked state will bring us together
and we will break the standards of hate you create
because we—are not afraid