The Price of Femininity

cleansing

The Price of Femininity

I feel it

In the way my skin turns

Pink after a shower

Where I’ve

Spent an hour

Trying to clean myself of sins

Trying to tie up loose ends

Trying to make amends

Trying to be friends

With myself

No one else

But a mirror

Tile walls

I’m caged in

All I’m left with is

Numbers at random

Reckless abandon

I can’t stand him

He eats up my words

Never to be seen again

Takes them for granted

My mouth isn’t

Good enough to spew

Out letters that make words

To shape worlds

And sail unfurled

In an ocean

Of girls’ tears and

The bathwater leftover

When I think of you

Author's Note

First poem posted- would like your thoughts