I am a Woman
Though we were not
friends
You stayed in my
life for centuries at once
And screamed and
fought with my big sister.
Watching above
in the loft
I witnessed the feelings
you claimed to be lost
Of which clearly
existed, expressed in another form
Endlessly
Deafening
bellows awoke the neighbors
But you stuck to
your guns
Void of
emotions, you claimed ignorantly
As your indisputable male voice roared
Throughout the
kitchen
Throughout the
yard
Throughout next
door
Throughout the
city
I can’t live in this house of women
You’re all so emotional, you’d say.
Painting your nails, doing your
make-up.
Wearing your dresses, singing your
songs.
Jesus Christ, you all and your
feelings.
I am a Woman.
But it was you
whose anger would reverberate throughout the streets
on
any given day
Endlessly
A shout at my
mother here, a table turned there
Your snide
comments limitless
Booming radiating
Changing the otherwise
gay, as you’d call it, energy
A man, a mask.
A multitude of palpable
passion.
Yes, I am a
Woman.
But not even my
emotions run that high.
- Carmen Iben
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