I Am a Woman

I am the grass on a windy day, held back by its own roots. i am a horse with blinders on its eyes, you use me to feel powerful. and i connive to the fiction that you are stronger, better. because of you i think about the length of my dress and nod when they say i should talk less. and I accept the suffering because I know you suffer too. I remember, you use to like dolls when you were young and innocent. you use to not cry secretly away from the eye like you do now. then why am I the only one fighting? it is not a battle of the sexes, after all. so i declare, I am not powerful like you, for power is not domination. that i am not the epitome of beauty, for beauty is not unrealistic standards. i am not well mannered like the aunties, for manners is not obedience. i am, however, a demon ready to be unleashed, held back momentarily by the chains of patriarchy.