Modern Feminist Mirage

Chained, bound, shackled
Sinking in the cesspool quicksand
Of the mirage of a pot of gold
At the end of society’s rainbow

Choking, rasping, speechless
Her voice stolen
By lies of power, prestige, success,
Financial freedom

Always living a front, a facade
Never fully free to know herself
The agony of a secret double-life
Convulsing and twisting joints
Stiffened by cattle chutes
And tradition, agenda, expectation, control

She stops, she ends the fight
The black hole pull stops

Can a jaunty jig of opposition end the madness?

 

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