The spark of fury, in a boy
Swells like desert heat on the back of the legs
Poignant, a venomous vaper
Spreading in their lungs, igniting fear
But a girl
A girl shrivels her anger
Starve it into submission, complacency
She is supposed to be grown
Before childhood
Before womanhood
Women don't feel anger
Those that do
Harpies, furies
Smudged lips that tumble the honeyed words of vengeance
That chant and scream and burn their things
Those aren't Women -
Angry Women
Monsters
Angry Women are split down the middle
A girl’s childhood finishes
When lumps start grow on her chest
When suddenly
Gazes tighten
Male, female
Like shriveled bones wrapped around the brain
Cover YOUR legs
Your parents shout,
Now be shamefaced
Around male members of the family
You've played with before.
You're now a burden,
An embarrassment
Hide
Be careful
They're coming
You're to blame
If
Those wolves pour out
Suddenly becoming clear
Far
From the fog of childhood
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