I will not master
Nor be mastered
Not adore
Nor ignite adoration
I will frustrate
But not dominate
I will seek and seek
And may never find
But what I do
I’ll keep within the quarters of my mind
I will demand everything
And deliver nothing
As is my right.
I will quietly fight.
I will not humiliate you
But do not underestimate me
I could.
I could tie knots in your patriarchy
I could make a mockery of the
Crockery you utilise to create
the hypocrisy you produce each mealtime.
Look at me now and see all that we ever were,
all that we will be and all we will become
For there’s perfection in our imperfections
And even though there are some of us who are silent now
Do not doubt our quake
Do not render us fake
For when we choose to,
We will scream.
