I am the Feminist Bitch


Powerful and Strong,

She controlled the room.

She was Queen of her audience,

Face her Wrath,

Face your Doom.


Commanding the floor,

like a captain of a ship,


so they called her

a Bitch.


Judged for her Gender,

assumed to be weak.

Had to be tough

to prove she wasn't meek.


Beauty and confidence

in her stride,

fire burned

in her eyes.


"Fuck Misogyny!"

she said.


"Down with the Patriarchy, I am just as Good as a man."

This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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