Poetry

I Don’t Want To Be A Girlboss

Like Kannagi my sister, I too rip off my breast. Here it is!!!

[TW for mature and graphic content, explicit sexual references, feminine rage, gender-based slur reclamation, and graphic prose.]

I don’t want to be a girlboss.
Wh*re to capitalism’s fucking whims
I want to tear down all the power structures;
Tear down all the skyscrapers;
Tear down every last fucking corporation,
With wildfires conjured by my hands.

Like Kannagi my sister,
I too rip off my breast.
Here it is!!!

I want to be a sl*t
Fuck everything I want!
And not be told to stop!
I dare to strip;
I dare to dress how I fucking want!

I am not your Madonna!
I am not your exotic girl!
I am not your toy!
I am not your property!
I am not your slave!
MOST OF ALL I AM NOT YOURS!

I AM MY KEEPER!
I AM!

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Anitha (she/her) is a Tamil-origin trans woman who adores all things poetry. Some of her favorite poets include Audre Lorde, Margaret Atwood, and Salma. She's a (self-described) rom-com bimbo, a gate-keepy melophile, and a bibliophile (especially when it comes to her favorite darlings: history and politics). Find her on her accursed Tumblr: Specters of Marx (tumblr.com).
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