Afat... Where My Feminism Failed Me
Afat… Where Feminism Failed Me our century jp melville My previous letter may have annoyed you. For the blood on my loins and yours Was conjugal beyond rules While women and men since eternity Have enjoyed Scent of lust And no mark but a stain The conjugal left behind for no one to discover. Snicker. My monthly cycle, my mood change Woman I am and your hand on my breast tells me I control Estrogen brings anxiety, progesterone depression…. Balance is in our loins conjoined, my lips to yours And coffee shared in bed the morning over. Balance is not neutrality Nor two ones in negotiation Nor sex, yours mine Nor denial of extreme equations It is deep breath knowing that how I feel Is never about you, my man, though only through you like you through me But my moon and my sun and my stars and my child, my egg So never a projection on male or man… For I stand proud am woman knowing…. Dark colour and sunshine and the infin...