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
