The Cadence of My Non-Compliance

I was mistaken, misled even, thanks to misinformation.
I was misunderstood.
I misrepresented the misuse of my misery.
I mistreated myself.

Now, I am ‘mister listen here.’
You fault my sex because I have a womb and two breasts.
Do not dismiss my pain as a fantasy of the brain.
Do not wave your hand and reprimand my reproductive organs because you can’t talk about ‘women’s problems’.
Do not bite your lip and fork your tongue into creating the syllables needed to spell ‘you are wrong’.
Do not take me for a conjurer of fake news.
Believe the tears and the fears and the hot water bottle bruise.
Do not push me away this time because one of you alone ‘cannot possibly be right’.
Do not throw away my lifeline because you do not believe in my fight.

I was mistaken, misled by your misinformation.
I was misunderstood but now I am resolute and have withstood the misrepresentation.
My misuse of medication is because you never listened.
My misery exasperated because you had conditioned the fight from my lungs and buried distrust in my mind.

I knew all along that something was not right and from now on?
You cannot hide.

It is time.

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