The science store room

The science store room is a place of wonder

There are robots and potions and chemicals plenty

The science store rooms holds many mysteries

with its leather-bound books, candle sticks and planetary drawings from 1856.

 

The science store room is where blood drips down my thighs

as his heavy body pushes me against the wall.

The science store room is where his clammy hands cover my mouth

as he groans and grunts in my ear before he calls

for a god who cannot hear my silent prayers.

 

The science store room is cold and unnerving

The science store room is painful and bloody

The wall is hard and the room is soundproof.

 

The science store room is my place of shame.

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A Woman

A Woman

I am a daughter
I am a sister
I am a woman.

I am not a wife
I am not a mother
Yet still I am a woman.

I choose never to be a wife
I choose never to be a mother
Still, I will be a woman.

No, I will not be sad
No, I will not be lonely
I will be a woman.

I will study
I will put my career before all else
I will travel the world
and I will try different cuisines

I will publish books
I will run marathons
and I will protest for gender equality

I will be defined by my intelligence, kindness and empathy
not by my physical appearance

I will laugh with friends
talk to strangers
hug animals

I will be a woman
a woman unlike what your little mind can comprehend
a woman who will not be pigeon-holed by your archaic and patriarchal ideas

A Woman
A Woman
A Woman.