i have always been a heroine addict,
addicted to the foundation
of strong, righteous females,
exploiting powers
men could never possess,
leaping way past fantasy fiction
in perfect unison,
smiting the evils that men like to do:
war, famine, poverty, apartheid,
et cetera.
being a heroine addict,
i flood my eager veins
with something purer
than street-grade sisterhood,
and push the plunger down
on something far more potent
than dealer-diluted damselry.
i am talking about femi-radicals:
such as angela davis, medea benjamin,
and winona laduke
never taking sabbaticals.
i am talking about xchromo-saboteurs:
such as lucy parsons, mother jones,
and ramona africa
whose anarchic heart still stirs.
i am talking about poetic-prophetesses:
such as alice walker, qui jin,
and lola ridge
refuting masculine prejudices.
i have always been a heroine addict,
addicted to the foundation
of strong, righteous females,
exploiting powers
that confront the goals
of a fistbump fraternity
strung out
on His own defeat
