Dear Patriarchy

Dear patriarchy,

What’s your deal really?

Because when I woke

I wondered

Hmmm

Why exert so much power

Over my body

My soul

And my vagina

My feisty, hot head of rebellion!

 

Dear Patriarchy

is it possible

That you are a tad bit fearful,

of me

Because I do see through you.

Islam's partriachy vs the fierce female.

So you feed me lies

But in my mind, I always questioned

And you told me I was less

But in my gut I always doubted

So you had me in chains

But my body constantly rejected

 

So you told me more lies

More narratives,

More religion

More society

 

And dear Patriarchy, your deception I kind of accepted

At least for some time whilst

It lasted.

But…. my soul always searched

 

And finally, I woke

And I questioned all that you stand for

And the many ways you use

“supposed to be” as a means

To keep me chained,

not to wake

I looked at your narrative of religions

And your masculine God!

I questioned your consumerism

And corporate ladder bullshit

I questioned your inequality of emotion

In a relation

 

Dear patriarchy,

News flash, I AM emotion

you can’t shut me down

But I give you this much,

for a long time, I actually believed you

 

Dear patriarchy

I am not done yet

In fact, I am just getting started

 

Dear patriarchy

If I, a female makes you wonder

If you should feed me more lies

If I, a woman makes you shudder

At the thought of my rise

If I, a lady gives you a tremor

With fear of my power

 

Then surely patriarchy

You should not be surprised

That I transcend

Beyond the limits of your deception

 

Why?

Because I finally believe

That you are indeed threatened

By my feminine wisdom

You are exposed

To my unending love for mother nature

You are unprotected

From my fluidness to make a form

From any form

That is why you use every narrative possible

To make me question my reality

 

But Dear patriarchy

This is my fuck you to you

Because I am awake and I am not

ever going back to Sleep!.

You are welcome.

 

For the empath and HSP

The spectrum is so wide

And the gap between the divide

Each oblivious to the other’s desolation

 

Shit the worlds collide

I can’t be assed to decide

If this is just an elucidation

 

Or if I am sitting on my behind

Waiting for some divine

To call me to attention

 

Instead, I decide to shut out the world

Its noise is blaring in my head

I pump up the volume of my consolation

 

In this type of music, I do find

Some comfort to just unwind

For a moment I can forget the ramification

 

And try not to fix and rewind

You see the past it may remain unresolved

And the future is one tied in constellations

 

Too much I may have tried

To swim against the so-called tide

I ended up in tears & hallucination

 

Emotions from the immediate outside

And the horrors happening far and wide

The classic Empath’s curse and consecration

 

Lucky are those who can shut it down

For they have learned how to use their ability

To protect themselves from the harm of negativity

For those of us who struggle with this burden of empathy

Shutting the world out now and then

Is a ruthless necessity.