Past windows and curtains

in a gale I find myself certain

Stand firm, so as to not be blown away

I tell you I tried not to disobey

That I have been pushing against

a tempest, that beast the storm

This culture who gets me tensed

Not to give up, remaining inform

at my side thunder with strength to sustain

combating this blast to keep the filthy reign

A ride of rain and pride

no escape this sepulture of rape culture


of this torrent, I do not belong

of this wind, how could I not


I am gone with the wrong

Drifting clear of sight uncaught

Bygone remaining in the limbo

blaming all claiming to be my hero

I’ll take myself, sheet of boundless white

beating silent rhythms of countless height



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