You and I

You and I, women, though they’ll tag us and bag us “feminists.” Okay, but you and I are power, don’t you see? That beauty you wear in a exhausted smile, those wide, curious eyes have stared for miles into a world built for men. I’ll say it again, for my dear friend, the difference is more than we can ever begin: Blindfold your mind, for just a moment, envision darkness, remember those shadows? Remember the echoes? Those are artists suppressed, Can you hear their whispers? I look up at my bookshelf and hear soft whispers, many of them are men, men I admire and adore, though, there are a few who scream out grating every nerve... it’s a woman writer...oh? Who would have known?