In spaces no one wants me

And I am basic

Existing in the smallness

of what little security I have

Alone in my little apartment

I think of revolutions

without doing a single thing

I think of women that came before me

that shook the worlds around them

painting when the world told them not to

educating themselves in a world that only wanted men to

labor unpaid

labor hidden

names forgotten

names erased

and here I am afraid of Greg in Utah making a comment

about me online

what is a voice and perspective if I don’t use it?

Silent, silenced

I am looking for approval of those who will never be pleased by me

here is my poetry for all the dead women that came before me

The Ida’s, the Mary’s, and the Anna’s

I owe you for my comfort to be uncomfortable

in spaces no one wants me

So, I’ll try