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I find myself constantly inspired by my sisters.
Not blood ones, but those with whom I share ideas.
I dedicate this poem to Michelle Obama, AOC, Emma Watson, Frida Kahlo, Gloria Steinem, Mary Wollstonecraft, Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Warsan Shire, Jacqueline Kennedy, and many more.
I am sorry you confused me
with a little shiny toy.
I apologize
that my dress was too tight.
And I stayed way too late
past midnight.
Sorry
my tone was too bossy
in this big boy’s office.
It’s not my place
to talk.
I apologize
my mother
and grandmother
were always saviors
housewives.
Of course you expected that from me!
My eyes say sorry
And I modestly look down
When asked:
Did you paint that?
I apologize:
I am just playing art.
I apologize
if I am too pretty.
Just sit and talk.
I am sorry, I am
not a wife
never a mother.
How abnormal
for a woman to expect
to at least be
as man.
I am sorry.
I am not comfortable
like a new leather couch.
I am sorry;
I was never burned.
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