It’s all still the same

Jan 19, 2024 21:35


Writing in a journal

folding notes to a friend

publishing a new bestsellar

crafting poems beside bed

in quill and ink

In paper and fold

As a series of numbers

that somehow could attain

morse code efficiency

with microchips

and little blips

of plastic bits

like braille

truly there

but subtly fair

the most basic woman rebellion

of always having a direct line

to a place where we know

exactly what we will therein find

the cosmic collection of women

who refused to ever let life win

because fuck you you shit

i made it through that back then

so why the fuck will now be different?

because in the long end

all we can hope to obtain

is a sense of togetherness

with the tribes we have chosen

across this planet

so lost in endless heartbreak

because the oligarchy, our kings, the ceos, the duchy, the devoted, the president, prime minister, the terrorism, the boogeyman in shadow, the reds no the blues

don’t worry about what the other side says

They’re full of liars

cheats

thieves

enemies

all you need to know

is that what I’m here to sow

will get you living the best life you need right now

to be truly happy

thrive

slay queen

Be the Austen you want to be

write poems to your besties

and skip the part where history

has to uncover your thoughts and feelings

to the sisterhood of women

who always find a way to fight our isolations

in protest big and small

cross the border

break that ceiling

find true inner peace
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