Poems about gender

 I am a woman, There is nothing to be ashamed of. I bleed once a month, sometimes twice
Who dares to fight against the oppresion of ourselves? I dare to
I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home.
I found out the prickling under Gap kids cotton, Is what you must buy and bury in closet trunks.
You are my brother Not by blood, marriage, sex, or gender But by love and unfortunate anguish
I live in a worldWhere genderDetermines lifeWhere a rod between your legs makes you superior
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast ways