I can see the
Idea sitting here
Tangling my tongue
Into silence

That for a woman
Giving an opinion
Sharing some of the magic
In her chest
Takes away
From her power
Which she has been taught
To believe
Lies in how desirable
She is
To men
Therefore she feels
Speaking up takes away her power
When it actually does the opposite

Examine that negativity
That is grid locking your tongue
And putting a thousand pound weight
On your chest
Making the air you inhale
Feel like it is full
Of tiny pin prick crystals
That will inbed in your lungs
Like asbestos
And ruin your future
Know that reality
Exists only in your chest
The person next to you
Is not experiencing it