Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

Where is a place of stability

within this swarm of anxious fear?

I need a rock to stand upon

so I cannot dig into myself

finding blame for what I tried to change,

drilling into good intentions,

hoping to find a fault—

wishing to find a simple reason

or cause other than

not being heard

not being heeded

not being enough, somehow.

When will we ever be enough?

Perhaps when we recognize that

you, man, men,

are naked beneath your

bleak, blustering bitterness,

but we, we are always

pink,

fertile crescents each and every

one of

us.

We will no longer be conquered

above or below

the belt.

We, together,

will create a bedrock

for each of us, all of us, together us

to

be

free

and sure and

safe.