This fire that burns inside me to fight for what is
rightfully mine
This fire that you attempt to squash
While you are busy debating my humanity
You demands slipping from your tongue like a snake
Hissing in my ear as I beg you to stop asking me why I fear
men
This fire that burns in my loins to speak loud enough so
that you will finally listen
Because I need to shout louder over your “cold hearted,
bitch” & “damn they’re so fucking difficult” remarks
This fire that is all I have left after man after man after
man has stripped me of my agency
This passion that lets me yield the sword that is my tongue
The axe that is my fingers as I type
Because I will use whatever I have to fight.
Even though, I know that you are too stubborn to hear me.
