As a woman,
am I allowed to be angry?
Can I draw out words like punches?
If I release it all into the world,
like Pandora,
will I be punished more severely
chastised and cast out?
If I scream out loud,
as a woman,
am I allowed to resent
to destroy, to create havoc,
to fight for my freedom?
To idolise Athena,
become the warrior
of my own feelings?
And if I open the red doors,
will they ever close again?
Will my jaw unclench,
will rest return?
What will shatter
beneath my awakening
and will I choose
to mend it when the mist disperses.
