So you thought I was going to play damsel to your hero?
You thought you could use my existence to fill up the empty crevasses of your manhood?
So you thought the power of my voice appears less “feminine”?
You thought my silence would make you appear more “masculine”?
So you thought my femininity means I’m more tolerant?
You thought that you could inflict pain on me and I’ll be less violent?
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM?
Do you know who you are, MAN?
Do you know what makes me WO-MAN?
I could birth you whole and swallow you whole from the same ESSENCE.
Can Speak Life into you, with the same tongue I can curse you with.
DID YOU FORGET FROM WHOM YOU CAME FROM?
Whose recognizable presence your eyes first glanced upon?
I laugh at your attempt to reduce me, cause without me, you wouldn’t BE.
Your boxes ain’t big enough to fit my galaxy.
I’m offended by your blasphemy.
Never humble enough after shrinking too small,
Never tall enough, even in heels when I walk.
My essence fighting your ego, was tiresome, now it’s just boredom.
Bullshits walks, when MOTHER TALKS.
I AM BOTH THE LIGHT AND THE DARK.
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK THIS WAS?
I CAN NEVER BE LESS WO-MAN,
ONLY ALL WO-MAN,
ONLY WHOLE WOMAN.
TOO MUCH TO FIT INTO YOUR PARADIGM.
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