Who do I think I am?

I am a woman.

Compared to what?

A man.

Do not fight him, you will lose; submit.

Knees to the ground,

Head to the floor, hands placed before you,

Worship the man.

His wars are Great.

His words are Just.

His science Exact.


I just sit in the back.

I am told, ‘just wait’,

(Place hands on lap, cross legs)

But I no longer can.

My fingers are swollen—

The blood in them has boiled over

And aches to burst out in a fit of rage.

I clench them into fists—

The symbols of power


In my delicate hands.