A Generation Z Feminist

It is difficult to be a Generation Z feminist.

To be an activist for any form of humanity,

really.

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You are not taken seriously.

For if a woman in her sixties screams,

‘Fuck the patriarchy!’

she is admirable and seen.

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Whereas, if a woman in her twenties

projects the same plea,

she is merely a sheep,

following a trend of the social scene.

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Someone once said to me,

‘I know you are into your whole feminism thing…’

and I felt appalled that my wanting of equal rights

was compared to a trending cut of jeans.

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It seems that I cannot do anything for myself

without it, obviously, screaming,

‘Look at me! Look at me!

I am different and I want attention, give it to me!’

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I do not drink

because I suffer from a mental health disorder

that alcohol only worsens.

I feel better being sober.

That is all.

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I do not use social media

because I find the time I waste on it

makes me feel worthless and ashamed.

I feel better off the grid.

That is all.

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I am a feminist.

That is all.

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I am an ally to minority groups.

That is all.

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I call out bullshit when I see it.

I will not watch somebody be discriminated

for the colour of their skin

or who they love

or where they live.

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That is all.

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Even this poem could be deemed

a desperate seek for attention.

But, I refuse to not speak on what I believe

because people do not get my generation.

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Is it so awful that we are more vocal?

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Is it bad that we love who we want and we love ourselves more than your parents ever could?

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Is it a tragedy that we take care of our bodies and enjoy nights in with books and glasses full of drinks that will not kill us?

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Really, I think our acceptance of who we are

makes you uncomfortable

because it is something you lack.

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Because your ancestors never taught you that.

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It may be difficult to be a Generation Z feminist.

But, it is also difficult to be a woman.