Culture

A feminist poem.

Written by Alma Claire / Art by Sarah Dahir

if i had been born with power between my legs with freedom crowning my head

privilege and pride safe in my chest

i might go for a run at night

– alone –

should the laws of the universe have made my chromosomes x y tried to make me believe i could not fly

without daddy or some man standing by

i might like to fall

mess and all – and grow

if i had been permitted to be more superhero and less princess more proud of my sex more loud with my sex

allowed to love my breasts

felt safe in that dress

i think i could have accepted a drink – from a boy i did not know

better yet

if the legs with the power

and heads with freedom

did not hate me and want to rape me humiliate and dominate me call out their fellow men( just maybe )

– i might not feel so alone – 

had the world not used my gender as an insult as a way to mock and belittle and repulse there might never have been reason to revolt

reason to kneel and cry rise up and fight

hold vigil by night

– hold my sisters tight –

if i had been born with power between my legs with freedom crowning my head

privilege and pride safe in my chest

fear not noosed round my neck

i think i might revel in being a womxn once more

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