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?
(itโs not manly to vacuum the house.
you shouldnโt have to do the cooking, you’re the man.
donโt worry, sheโll clean it up.
you canโt 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 canโt forget.
implicit sexism
everyday
reminds me.
just because a river,
a testament to my bodyโs โuseโ –
occurs monthly,
does not mean my existence
is only for you
to produce your heirs
to be yours.
โ i’m not sorry, but i am more than the confines of this society. and no, i donโt have a boyfriend. no, i am not scared about getting older and not getting married. i donโt care.