My bare skin feels it now,stripped of duty‑bound living—the transformation of othersfrom patriarchyto misogynybites. Ashamed of my blindness,I press shut eyesagainst piercing truth:a life squanderedin arid deserts. Yet even deserts hold horizons,and the wind carves paths unseen.From the grit of wasted yearsI rise—to seek water,to seek voice,to seek becoming. RXC #421
When Patriarchy Becomes Misogyny
