A Woman’s Anger
BY RADICALGIRLSSS MEMBER ALEKSANDRA KUSNIERKIEWICZ
I’m nineteen when the condom breaks
And I lay in bed staring at the ceiling in horror.
The boy (still a boy) is older than me
And shrugs his shoulders when he says:
I guess you’ll get the pill.
‘yes, and you’ll go with me to the pharmacy’
But he never did.
I’m really embarrassed when I walk in
(I bet they all know what I did)
‘emergency contraception please’.
Silence. Rushed moves.
‘Don’t worry, we’ll get you what you need’;
But I didn’t worry. It just felt weird
To hear their whispers,
As if it required sympathy
To be a Woman.
I sit down at my kitchen table
And swallow the saviour of a pill.
Nothing changes, I just feel relieved.
And then I remember that if I was back home,
Not away on this island of sun,
I would’ve been denied the right
To own my body,
Just like that.
But I am a Woman
Which means I had to be taken out of my body
Many times until the burning rage
Brought me back.
Now
My anger is a force
My anger is mine.