everybody loves a revolutionary womyn
until she calls you out on your shit
they admire us until they realize
they can’t contain us
when we become mirrors for their
unwillingness to transform
they turn against us
they speak of us in songs of praise
but ignore us when we call their names
they will carry guilt to the grave
but it’s never too late to evolve
please take a breath
our sight goes past your present body and process
we speak with an end goal in mind
cuz shit. it ain’t all about you.
*flicks lighter and waves it in the air*
