implicit sexism:
a river of denial,
painting your son
golden.
your daughter black
with burden.
when will we stop?
when will we stop confining children
to ridiculous notions of what is
masculine and what is
feminine?
(it’s not manly to vacuum the house.
you shouldn’t have to do the cooking, you’re the man.
don’t worry, she’ll clean it up.
you can’t cook? But, what happens when you get married?)
there is no place for your toxic need for conformity.
i own a uterus.
trust me, i can’t forget.
implicit sexism
everyday
reminds me.
just because a river,
a testament to my body’s ‘use’ –
occurs monthly,
does not mean my existence
is only for you
to produce your heirs
to be yours.
– i’m not sorry, but i am more than the confines of this society. and no, i don’t have a boyfriend. no, i am not scared about getting older and not getting married. i don’t care.
