Unplanned words spilled out

from my mouth to establish,

“you are not in charge.”

I am radiant,

my worth is not based on you,

I am beaming warmth.

Painted veil, pressed dress,

one bright smile, no event–

just because I can.

Resting bitch face on,

a woman with a mission;

don’t get in my way.

I do not owe you

a smile or a giggle,

you are not funny.

A female sports fan

can appreciate the game

it’s not just all lust.

God is a Woman

sitting on a shiny throne,

adorned in satin.


Amanda is a fourth year Anthropology (B.A.) major and an Asian American Studies minor. She enjoys reading, photography, and food.

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