i feel... numb

“I support you,” you jeered

amplified, ensuring we heard

we heard.

for how would you feel good

if no one knew. what a

supporter you are!

sharing that post

your female coworker made

how clever, take her words

you had nothing to say.

I’m a feminist! you oozed

explained the meaning

we nodded along

ignoring the blight

blinded by the spotlight

that never points to us

you skipped aside

letting us dream

patting my back

while aiming the dagger

held my hand

as you kick my knees

your chalk art was nice

but April showers

washed it away.

perhaps May’s sun

scorched the residue

faded the memory

to a wisp , for

June snatched my choice

another Friday for you

as the barricade

slammed into me

are you coming back?

it’s funny really

not really but I

really have no say

in any way

the way they made

me think I did

was the cruelest thing

residual disgust

coats my throat

burns my eyes

echoing silence, louder

than the decree

the worst part is

I was... surprised.

you may confine us

but not define us

who do you expect my

womb to beget, sir?

claiming golden possibilities

when in brutal reality, the

real possibility of life

begetting only tragedy.

a once-promising future

ruined from an

unaffordable burden

not necessarily unloved

just unwanted

and that is the choice

you stole from her