Author: FeministConfessional

Writer of poems, opinion pieces, essays and stories with a feminist leaning. Spoken word artist. Composer, feminist and feminist composer. Musician and ex-academic. Synaesthete and all round creatrix. YouTube channel: Feminist Confessional https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6zJAi-QLlKlvnGqCJlhVDA/

I was a mountain by Melita White

One day, when I was six, I became a mountain
It was the day I yelled and screamed with righteousness into thick air, the air my only witness, while I sat on my bed’s soft bedrock
And with my pillow I swiped at that air, at the bed, at the enemy sitting next to me — her name was Injustice
And the rage burst out like lava from a fissure that needed so much to crack open and Injustice was afraid of me and though the lesson did not teach her anything I learnt there was power in my truth and in my anger
I was a mountain

by FeministConfessional