One of the first concepts we grasp in life – mine

Yet somehow what is mine

As a girl
And now as a woman

had and 
has been
judged

molded 

lusted after

shaved 

plucked

pushed

shamed

mine - stolen 

conglomerated

a society obsessed

let them be shamed forever into silence
 


a door swings open
light crawls across the floor

she walks through

resilient

unscathed of the injustices that weighted on her foremothers 


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