MY THIGHS CARRY MANGOS, MILK, AND BOWLING BALLS

but they don’t break when I ask them to

because i am human, I am woman.

but someone just told me that my grandmother believes women were

made from men

and I swear if someone tries to trick me into believing that I’m

going to punch him in the balls

i wish my grandmother knew how to be free

instead of shaving her legs until they bleed

Not all women have the same agency. Not all women are treated

equally

What does it mean to be woman?

How do you identify may be a better question

shhhh don’t tell

sometimes I believe I am my grandmother’s second chance at

liberation

- L

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