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eXactly whY

Updated: Feb 16, 2021

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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