This piece is for true feminists,we're moving into the new year with renewed strength for the movement!.
I am not a fragile door mat
Or the rehab home for your damaged manhood.
I don't need to confirm to your standards
That is buried underneath patriarchal landwards.
My opinions are not your war ground
If it grates your masculinity so hard
Fight the curse that's within you,
The diseased ego, that turned you a blind gueux.
My belly laughs, Jobs and Friends
Will never be stomped heavily by you,
Or dragged shamefully along the streets of misogynists, traditionalists.
I will never accommodate purists!.
They are a part of my life I will not sacrifice
For you or the society that worships, female subservience
I am confident, Not plastic
Born a Queen, I am purely dynastic!
POET: Babatunde Modupe
IMAGE CREDIT: Google Images.
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