Not A Feminist

I don’t profess to be

A feminist

But a lover of humanity and what can be

Liberosis, in the clasps of a tryst,

Or whatever woebegone misery the world

thrusts upon my heaving shoulders.

I don’t profess to hate

A patriarch

But a lover of equality, equity

And all that should be

For I am rigor samsa

Fortified, strengthened, with the blood of my sisters.