dear White womyn represented by “controversial” Youtube vlogs, Lily Allen music videos,
and most women’s magazines,
your concepts of feminism make me want to scream
but I can’t.
too afraid of being seen as angry
but your entire worldview excludes us and I can’t cuss and fuss but
you left us drowning in the first-wave;
we never learned how to swim because we didn’t want to get our hair wet.
let me tell you this:
I refuse to be defined solely by your 77 cents and wet dream of being able to enter the workforce when you’ve been sending us there since birth
toiling for the bounty of your earth, in factories, in your house
you can fight for your right to burn a bra
but at least you could afford to do so.
so don’t come to me with manifestos laced with silky strands of Manic Panic sanity defined by
Susan B. Anthony don’t you dare come to me
don’t you fucking tread on me
I refuse to bend over and prop you up to be
this White Moses,
White Feminist Savior,
when you left me burning in the bush.
I’m not blaming you of anything
which is everything you’re fighting against,
I thought so.