When I was little, I had only the words of the lives before me to know what being a woman was,
I built my foundation on their fights and their bloodshed and became unbreakable,
unmoving,
and unwilling to settle.
Until finding out that I don't have the right to choose,
until finding out my life isn't mine,
until finding out that in order to be seen as worthy I need to abide by the rules set in place by a man.
I can never have a daughter in a world where my grandmother had more rights than her or I have,
our world is lost and I had to use my tears as skincare this morning.
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Absolutely powerful. And heartbreaking that this is the reality we’re in 💔
Very poignant and relatable. We've been using the same skin care.
That last line is a gut punch. I can’t even put processing this election into words yet. Incredible poem.
The flow of reality in this poem is invoking! Fighting for your rights and then finding out that all you did was a vain is deep. Your poem is a masterpiece ✨ Keep it up dear 💕