Self-Will Gone Rabid

I am an anorexic
I am a bulimic
I am an alcoholic
A cutter
An overeater
And a smoker

I am a rape victim
Harboring the symptoms
Of self-will run riot
A thousand forms of fear
A thousand forms of self-destruction
A thousand forms of self-pity
And self-loathing

And I am free!
Here in recovery.
The patriarchy never hurt me
And no feminist ever saved me
No!
Responsibility for my health
For my life
For my actions
Resides solely
And completely
With me.

I look upon the social “justice” movement
And I cringe at self-will gone rabid!
Feminism!
You wage war in the name of equality
Fight battles on the turf of justice
Scrimmage in games of tolerance
And bicker over matches of love

Yet you practice inequality
Injustice
Intolerance
And loveless imposition of your own
Twisted ideas

For what world do we live in?
Where a man’s scream is lesser than a woman’s?
A white human’s tears less poignant than the colored?
Where your perceived enemy’s pain is warranted
Their cries unheard
Stifled
Under a blanket of self-righteousness
Self-delusion
And a thousand forms of self-interest.

You are sick!
In the name of good
You wave a flag of evil
And proclaim it righteous
Brainwashed
You tread forward on a path of
Annihilation
And you blame everyone
But yourself.
Who is really the perpetrator
Of your meaningless pain?

The answer
Stares back from the mirror.

Driven by a thousand forms of self-will
Gone rabid
Diseased
Grotesque
This movement is one of evil
And I feel for those
Who succumb to its infection
And all of its nasty
Pitiable symptoms.