Creating is An Inherent Trait of Women

Written by Izzy Medley

Illustration by Grace Anne McKean

a bird in its cage
cannot fathom the ache felt
by a girl desiring to create

i try and i try
ponder and feel
peel a tangerine
but i still don’t feel real

is there something inside of me?
a messy note tainted with blood
"you could do something bigger than this"

repressed from exploding
unbeknownst to knowing
i am not glowing
should i keep flowing?

“you’re having too much fun
“slow down or you’ll go mad”
a dandelion blooms in the flood

mother, mother
all i see is blood
my sister always told me
“minds are better blank”