My Turn

Your body is not your own

But your mind isn’t either

Pink pussy hats and cosplay warriors

But you go home and nothing is changed

Outrage fades

Disdain weakens

“You’ve never seen a protest like this”

yet it ends the same

And really why are we the special ones

Why are we the ones whose problems should be solved first

400 years of racism

and we try to hop the line

We repeatedly raise our own oppressors

We fuck them

We love them

We beg them to see us as human

with no consequences when they don’t

Boys will be boys

but girls will die

Don’t go out at night

Don’t dress like that

Keep your legs closed

Is it women or people with uteruses

We push others aside

in pursuit of the front of the line

Girls will die

but trans women already do

Our favorite authors

Our op eds

Our box office movies

For what is it to be a white woman

but to be oppressed and oppressor in one

Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain

She will step on your back

Your neck

To get ahead

And when she reaches the top

She will look down on you

Smile

And tell you “we’ve won”