Women are normal
We scream for others
Connected and isolated
From a questioning world
One that doubts or
Unknowingly flouts our
Goals as their own
Achievements invented
For those demented
With one-fourth of their
Second X
Dawdling, late, disappearing
In the stampede
And no one can conceive
This reason
For this oppression is
Born out of incompleteness
A desire to make up for what
Chose to stay behind
Lost forever they attempt to move
On viciously, never quite realizing
Exactly why.
September 2019: Frustrated at the continued existence of the glass ceiling and the persistence of sexual violence on my campus, I sat outside of my class and wrote this poem.
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