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Angels with the Iron Jaws


on the outside looking in seeing the world through a lense so dim trying to wipe off the grit so grim knowledge scatters beams of understanding that ripples all around me you see I'm seeing things more historically it wasn't until that ammendment, the 19th that women could even vote legally in the year 1920 you say that was so long ago ancient forever but in the grand scheme of things what is 100 years really? like a faint wisp a millisecond compared to 4720381084018417012470147083204 and 66 it wasn't that long ago that women weren't treated like women but children utterly dependent on a man ain't it sad your children? your property? all went to your husband if he divorced you honestly and if you think otherwise you're being naive I say these things not to merely complain in fact, I say it to contrast the past to today I celebrate the women who fought tooth and nail who would picket the President at his own Oval Office for his inaction and apathy even if it meant going to jail I am thankful for these women who realized society's disgrace of trying to assign her to a sphere that was really just a confining, suffocating place woman, today you are free! as free as you allow yourself to be you don't have to be "barefoot & pregnant" cooking & cleaning sewing and mending unless that is what you wish to be you can be a doctor a lawyer a construction worker or a mother inherit in your role of choice is dignity that comes from using your own voice
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