A poem about a person who thinks she is a feminist.

The Weakling

You call yourself

A feminist and

Go

Around

Condemning man-                                                  

Man weak.

Woman strong.

We

The harbingers of grace

We

The ruins of the world

We

Who are born to rule.

Man

That fool that ever

Lived.

Why condemn him

For what

He is? It takes two

To tango, so

They say. It takes two

To turn

The world. Born of

Two do you not

Know? You chose to

Ignore. And

Cry out isms you’ve

Heard them

Say. But what is

This feminism?

You simply don’t

Know.

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