Poetry – Angry Young Woman


When I die,
let the flames grow high.
Let them burn me,
as they did in life.


I do not fit,
in this steel corset.
I do not hold my tongue,
I am heard and seen.


I will take,
the cake
and eat it
and grow fat with reality.


Don’t stone me,
I’m only angry,
and it shows.


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