Rage Poem by sharon wildey

There is a rage in women
That will not be quieted
Or shut up
By shushing and such
The seed is planted
When first girls turn into women
Not by their choice
But by innocence
The seed grows
Silently
Under the covers
Unspoken except for the eyes
That never lie
Fueled does it
When children turn from sweetness to selfs
And friends tell how you really are
Rage is like a caged beast in the old
Whose sexuality has turned to a gender on a government form
Rage beast, rage to the grave
And even then rage into a legacy
That burns through generations.
Know that it will not be shushed up
Or quieted
Till the end of Time
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