There are laws written over my body
that I don't recall scribing. I woke with them today
painted in blood
telling me I was not myself. Had become theirs
in a midnight where all my decisions were deemed
unsuitable for consumption. Where they placed a baby
in my arms and took away my credit card.
Stared at my college degree like it was
an eternity away from them.
They want us smart enough to be mothers but
not enough to be women. Somewhere between
doormat and silent. Because when we're loud they
call us crazy and when we're right they
call us bitches because little boys get their
feelings hurt when you take away their toys.
Leave my decisions
to the cramp and intellect of my own skin and I promise,
when I'm ready,
I'll birth a sun so bright you'll have no choice but
to see yourself for what you are.
Darkness.
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