was I being
uppity?
might that be the source
of animus
in a jailer woman
who inhales internalized
sexism
haughty with skinny latte aroma
exhaling scorn from the lifted bridge
of her upturned nose?
yessir! that is why
I abhor canned characterizations
labeling woman
\manipulative, dramatic, triflin’\
who we vanquish
and discard.
it would not be
that I speak
of the inequities I see.
if I am uppity
from what properly
lowered place
do I dare
rise?
I am fiery
you say.
an assessment lit
in my challenge
to your read
simply because you hold
all the cards.
true, I refuse to defer
to authority
over logic
to might
over right
I stand firm in my quaking boots
as I climb from the trench
\silenced no more\
fan the flames
of my insubordination
drink in the mist
of grudging admiration
from slaves to status quo
while I burn it
to the ground
Very inspiring, of how you had, finally broken free of the chains of the gender discrimination that once kept you bound…
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Oh to break all chains of bondage for everyone!
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I name that fire… Aurora Phoenix. ❤
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Thank you Henna!
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Aurora Phoenix/Whisper and the Roar
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You are fire. ❤
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burn it all kid
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You know it my friend 🙂
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🤘
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