Spill The Poetry: “Oxygen”

For all my women, with love.


compromise 

“he’ll fix up –
once he’s married”
“we’ll be fine –
once we’re married”
vacant guarantees
just more responsibility 
for women
who never had a chance
who will never have 
the chance
to have a chance
no rights
no love
no humanity
dependency 
slavery
imprisoned
in a man’s world
they want
to push you 
into reassurance 
of their fantasies
push you
to have their way
push you 
for answers
push you
to shut up
push you
push
push 
push
until you’re not
even yours
anymore
until you’re 
black and blue
on the inside
a place
they can’t reach
with their eyes
they’ll never understand
why
our hearts are aching
again.
embarrassed 
of feeling
tired
of feeling
punished
for feeling 
alone
disposable
forgettable 
just as good as air
unnoticeable, 
but noticeable 
when not there.

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