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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