Third wave feminist killjoy

Location

Juniper eyes
Kalediscopes
Cold.
Bitter.
Resting face
Seperated mind from body
again
typing rants of equality
 outcry
"Bitch"
Like bee-sting.
Hurts for a second, Stays throbbing
retort
Biting lip
No such thing as still hands


"Hey baby"
Wolf whistles
not again
Fear bangs
Fear Fists
Fear me-.
Show no fear
display no weakness
this time
Claw if you have to
Kick if you must.
reality.
Stony face but pounding heart.
internal solioquy
counts in pairs to keep from crying
2, 4, 6, 8, etc.
"aren't you a man hater?"

I wish
I could've demanded
I could've gotten away
It's been over a year
I wish I could scream
My feminism
Is a result of PTSD
Because being "a bitch"
a "kill joy"
"prude"
"feminist scum"
Is better than being
"Weak"

 

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