This poem was inspired by the many conversations I have had with friends and new people I have met along the way. Written during my Europe travels July 2019
what is a feminist conversation?
are they those had
on the front lines, gathered in large groups
marching in hand, stamping our foots
to beat down the patriarchy?
are they long, drawn out discussions, debating all matter of theory
dissecting the world into pieces
crying out in despair
at the existentialism of it all?