I was a fifteen year old Feminist

At six, I told the boys “I am Peter Pan”

They wanted me to be Wendy

At ten, I told the boys “I am Han Solo”

They wanted me to be Princess Leia

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I was a fifteen year old feminist

“I’m not your love”

“I’m not called Miss”

I wore big boots

Not white stilettos

I was not a “germ-free adolescent”

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At nineteen, I told the boys “I am going to DJ”

I am noone’s jockey slut

At thirtyfour, I told him “I will not follow you”

And watch my life become a rut

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I am a forty year old feminist

I don’t mind the “love”

But I’m Ms not “Mrs”

I am a mother

A poet, a writer

For womens’ rights I’m still a fighter.

In celebration of International Womens’ Day 2011

Entered in One Shot Wednesday for One Stop Poetry