I am woman hear me roar, no hear me, I’m right here
Blood stains on the wall
I’m here is my presence worth nothing? Does my assertiveness not scare you at all?
I am the gorgeous creation from our mother Eve, and I want to speak for the women here
We are not things
for you confused individuals
We are not robots,
and we don’t say “how high” if
someone dare say the word “jump”
I think particularly of the young girls I encounter,
confused of their worth
Disrespected, ill-treated, disregarded
Treatment they find okay? Is this the generation of today?
My mind spins, the surface murky please look at your sweet
face
It glints back at you, an allusion of oculatory suspense
Understand that’s not how he should speak to you, dare him
to hit you, and challenge him to respect you
You own the confidence of yourself; you are the holder of
the master key that opens your pride, self-regard and dignity
These words flow from my mouth, extend to my keyboard and
yet I still myself fail to take heed to the wisdom that spews from the inner consciousness
of myself...
-Imani Seymour
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