I Speak

Who I seem to be

silences my mind.

My thoughts are inconsequential

my words are all lies.

Fabricated in a polluted mind

my emotions are simply read -

for all I have is anger

Hate is all I spread.

I bask in privileges

as a woman I don't deserve

I demand "my rights"

I've got a lot of nerve.

The issues I bring up

don't apply to me.

So I must be gagged

who am I to speak?

I speak without hesitation

I speak with loud words

I speak without fear

I speak, I don't murmur.

My voice must be muffled

amongst their loud claims:

she is the devil, the anti-man,

don't hear what she says.