A Feminist's Rise

There is no you.

And with that,
I must draw out,
With a deep long sigh,
My trivial aspirations,
From the shallow pools,
That drown my heart.

The same heart that,
Shaped from an understanding,
Of what I was supposed to be,
Confined by the obsolete "truth",
Striped of innocence,
Grew ignorantly into bliss.

A beautiful existence,
but not without you.

And if I use my tongue too frequently,
And keep true to my identity,
Dare to lose my naivete,
Or stray from femininity
I risk you.

Flaunting your ideals,
With my mouth frozen shut in a smile,
I am significant,
Like a statue,
And in this stone cold life,
I have your respect.

And so fear keeps my voice,
Fear of loss and of loneliness,
Unsaid words littering my mind,
Piling into cluttered walls,
That shelter and blind,

All for a you.

The brilliant sun,
In this starless galaxy,
I orbit.

But your cold fire made me shiver,
A tremor that collapsed the great wall of shit,
That held my thoughts hostage.
And shook the foundation,
Upon which my statue stood.
Forged ideals and uniform truths,
Cracking and breaking,
Forming and reshaping,
And now:

There is no you,

There is only me.