Jennifer Renee
The Woolf
We only think we are far flung,
From the waves of woman lined
Up in the streets. Our grandmother's
Unafraid to speak too loud, think too
Much, chop hemlines and burn corsets.
Our mothers retold the stories, held high
And hollering for a quarter and a ballot.
When wrinkled men make laws, the streets
Should swell with the screams of
Protest. Do not let them circumcise you
And fill your womb. This is still your living room.
Bio
Jennifer Renee is a poet located in the Redwoods of California where she daylights at a beautiful Victorian inn. She has been previously published by ReWorded (as Jennifer Dexter). Also (under the name Jenn Renee) by hotpoetinc, Closed Eye Open, and Moonstone Arts Center. You can connect with her on Instagram, Youtube, Tiktok, and Tumblr.