through your chests By Linda M. Crate

i am sick of pedestals

and gilded cages

because a lie no matter how

window dressed

is still a lie

don’t give me something that is less

than true

even if the roots are ugly

the truth has always set me free

of the chaos

a lie would shawl around me

like a cloak of strangling vines,

and i am tired of being seen as property

or a piece of meat;

get over the fact that i am a woman

because i am wild, i am fierce, i am independent

full of magic, love, light, and divinity

my dreams will cast out your nightmares

because i tire of the darkness and ailment

of this world—

i will help smash the patriarchy

with these glass slippers they’ve put on my feet

come crashing through the ceiling

with bleeding feet

because i am no stranger to pain,

and i am done with their masquerades where

they sing about how they care about human life

because somehow the lives of women

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018).