Feminism

 You worship your mother,

For you, she is the epitome of feminism.

How many times have you asked her, 

About her dreams and ambitions?

If you would have, she would have told you,

That having you was not her first choice.

That perhaps she wanted to be a dancer,

Or a painter, or an astronaut even. 

That she wanted to fly high in the sky

But she was too busy to realize

That she was living someone else's lie.

And now you tell me my feminism is fake,

When you are the actual hypocrite. 

Why do you seek comfort in the silence of the voiceless,

When you despise the ones who speak.

Does my voice scare you?

Does it remind you of your own ignorance?

Or does my truth shatter 

The walls of your delusion?

No, I will not let you take this away from me.

I have lived your lie for long enough,

I have believed,

Your half-hearted consolations.

But not anymore...

For it's time for me to grab the leash,

To let you know,

That I am no longer yours to be claimed.

That the fire in my soul,

Has the power to engulf you to the core.

That my laugh has the vibrancy,

To divest your shady conscience. 

And I stand tall, to tell the world and to you,

That my struggles are real and so are my fears.