This is a protest poem…
Let me finally be nothing else but me.
Do not tell me how I should dress, act or feel
I shall dress as provocative as I feel
I’ll stay at home or work around the clock whether I have a baby or not.
I will have kids if I choose too not because my parents force me to.
I am free from the chains that have entrapped my beautiful gender.
Strapped and chained them to sewing machines, stove tops, mops and unwanted pregnancies.
I am free from the tape that latched over their mouths keeping them from telling of the horrid wars stories
I am free from the idea that we women have no right to cast a presidential vote
Long dead voices unheard, voices unknown
I am free to share my voice.
I am free to wander