My resolution for 2026 is to share more of my work...so here's a poem full of female rage.


Bodies

I read once that thin bodies are the social ideal

Under authoritarian rule 

Because if (women) are malnourished

Then they are less likely to fight back

I’ll tell you a secret though:

Women have been starving since the dawn of time

For too long we have been fed a diet 

Of judgment, of blame, of lies 

And we are absolutely ravenous

Peering through the glass to behold 

Countless delicacies that have been withheld from us

Through violence, through control

Why then, are you surprised

when we pick up the hammer? 

The shattering of glass is a dinner bell

And those who stand in our way

Will find themselves devoured

I want to glut myself on stolen rights 

Fill myself to bursting with truth and power 

And by the time we have all eaten our fill

Our bodies will be strong and proud

They will take up space and fill out clothes

They will belong to us, and us alone

And those would would persecute us

Can choke on the scraps