Press you to resign

av Azita Miakhel

Be still, O woman,

you stranger,

you unknown.

you belong not here.

never have, never will.

So think not yourself superior,

nor on the same wavelength either.

Behind us we wish you to stay,

below, never above, nor in the midst.

Behind. Follow.

But do not seamlessly blend.

It forever eludes you.

When not seen as part of our circle,

how then can one of us you be?

To you no time we give.

When our voices speak, time knows no bounds,

but when you encounter conversation,

only a “yes” or “no” emerges.

We notice your striving.

We have done so for long,

but when will you give up?

Seriously.

When will you yield in the battle?

When will you abstain from effort?

We consciously exclude you.

We know your sorrow well,

Ha ha! That’s the whole point.

To hurt.

To subdue.

To make you feel doubt, despair.

To press you to resign.

And we are many.

Far too many do not want your kind.

Who fail, crush, conquer, and break.

You were never welcome.

You simply refused to acknowledge the truth.


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