What do you love most about being a woman? Being a woman comes with so many struggles! Check out these beautiful feminist poems that will make you proud to be a woman!

How many female presidents do you know? Research has shown there are more females in the world compared to men. However, there are very few women leading the world as they should! This is because most positions of power and prestige are occupied by men. This doesn’t mean women are not capable of being great leaders, it only means discrimination against women still exists.

In my opinion, a leader should be the person who’s more creative, innovative, resourceful, visionary, wise and insightful despite their gender. We can all agree, men and women are different. But, a woman is as likely to be intelligent as a man if not more.

That being said, it is important to empower women to continue fighting and standing up for themselves against gender discrimination. That’s why I have collected these powerful feminist poems to inspire you to love yourself more, be ambitious, and push you to pursue your dreams and take over the world.

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Powerful Feminist Poems

Poem in praise of menstruation – Lucille Clifton

If there is a river
more beautiful than this
bright as the blood
red edge of the moon if

there is a river
more faithful than this
returning each month
to the same delta if there

is a river
braver than this
coming and coming in a surge
of passion, of pain if there is

a river
more ancient than this
daughter of eve
mother of cain and of abel if there is in

the universe such a river if
there is some where water
more powerful than this wild
water
pray that it flows also
through animals
beautiful and faithful and ancient
and female and brave

HER KIND – ANNE SEXTON 

I have gone out, a possessed witch,

haunting the black air, braver at night;

dreaming evil, I have done my hitch

over the plain houses, light by light:

lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.

I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,

filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,

closets, silks, innumerable goods;

fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:

whining, rearranging the disaligned.

A woman like that is misunderstood.

I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,

waved my nude arms at villages going by,

learning the last bright routes, survivor

where your flames still bite my thigh

and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.

A woman like that is not ashamed to die.

I have been her kind.

FINAL PERFORMANCE – CYNTHIA CRUZ

I crawl along the wet floor

Of my mother’s childhood,

A serpent, or a long-buried secret,

In my mother’s bisque

Chiffon gown with small stars

Stitched in silver, a crown

Of tinsel pinned into the dark

Blonde knots and dreads of my hair.

I follow a sequin thread of dead

Things, stop when the moon clocks out,

Polish my long nails in the sun.

BITCH INSTINCT – ANALICIA SOTELO

Before this day I loved

like an animal loves a human,

with no way to articulate

how my bones felt in bed

or how a telephone felt so strange

in my paw. O papa—

I called out to no one—

but no one understood. I didn’t

even. I wanted to be caught. Like

let me walk beside you on my favorite leash,

let my hair grow long and wild

so you can comb it in the off-hours,

be tender to me. Also let me eat

the meals you do not finish

so I can acclimate, climb into

the way you claim this world.

Once, I followed married men:

eager for shelter, my fur

curled, my lust

freshly showered.

I called out, Grief.

They heard, Beauty.                     

I called out, Why?

They said, Because I can and will.

One smile could sustain me for a week.

I was that hungry. Lithe and giddy,       

my skin carried the ether of a so-so

self-esteem. I felt fine. I was

fine, but I was also looking

for scraps; I wanted them all to pet me.

You think because I am a woman,

I cannot call myself a dog?

Look at my sweet canine mind,

my long, black tongue. I know

what I’m doing. When you’re with

the wrong person, you start barking.

But with you, I am looking out

this car window with a heightened sense

I’ve always owned. Oh every animal

knows when something is wrong.

Of this sweet, tender feeling, I was wrong,

and I was right, and I was wrong.

RESPECT – MELISSA STUDDARD

Because her body is winter inside a cave

because someone built

fire there and forgot to put it out

because bedtime is a castle

she’s building inside herself

with a moat

and portcullis

and buckets full of mist

because when you let go

the reins

horses

tumble over cliffs and turn

into moths before hitting bottom

because their hooves leave streaks of midnight

in the sky

because stuffed rabbits

are better at keeping secrets

than stopping hands

because when the world got

shoved up inside her

she held it tight like a kegel ball

and wondered

at the struggle Atlas had

carrying such a tiny thing

on his back

Motivational Feminist Poems

POET AS HOUSEWIFE – ELISABETH EYBERS

Always a broom leaned against a wall,

meals never on time, if they come at all.

Days without dates through which she moves

empty and stubborn, slightly confused.

Ironing hung dejectedly over a chair,

gestures that come from who-knows-where.

Old letters unanswered, piled together,

papers and pills stuffed deep in a drawer.

Thankful to be part of your heart’s great whole

yet devoted to the limits of her own small skull.

O orderly biped, take heed,

leave her alone—let her read.

You Foolish Men – Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

You foolish men who lay
the guilt on women,
not seeing you’re the cause
of the very thing you blame;

if you invite their disdain
with measureless desire
why wish they well behave
if you incite to ill.

You fight their stubbornness,
then, weightily,
you say it was their lightness
when it was your guile.

In all your crazy shows
you act just like a child
who plays the bogeyman
of which he’s then afraid.

With foolish arrogance
you hope to find a Thais
in her you court, but a Lucretia
when you’ve possessed her.

What kind of mind is odder
than his who mists
a mirror and then complains
that it’s not clear.

Their favour and disdain
you hold in equal state,
if they mistreat, you complain,
you mock if they treat you well.

No woman wins esteem of you:
the most modest is ungrateful
if she refuses to admit you;
yet if she does, she’s loose.

You always are so foolish
your censure is unfair;
one you blame for cruelty
the other for being easy.

What must be her temper
who offends when she’s
ungrateful and wearies
when compliant?

But with the anger and the grief
that your pleasure tells
good luck to her who doesn’t love you
and you go on and complain.

Your lover’s moans give wings
to women’s liberty:
and having made them bad,
you want to find them good.

Who has embraced
the greater blame in passion?
She who, solicited, falls,
or he who, fallen, pleads?

Who is more to blame,
though either should do wrong?
She who sins for pay
or he who pays to sin?

Why be outraged at the guilt
that is of your own doing?
Have them as you make them
or make them what you will.

Leave off your wooing
and then, with greater cause,
you can blame the passion
of her who comes to court?

Patent is your arrogance
that fights with many weapons
since in promise and insistence
you join world, flesh and devil.

The Empowered Women – Sonny Carroll

The Empowered Woman, she moves through the world

with a sense of confidence and grace.

Her once reckless spirit now tempered by wisdom.

Quietly, yet firmly, she speaks her truth without doubt or hesitation and the life she leads is of her own creation.

She now understands what it means to live and let live.

How much to ask for herself and how much to give.

She has a strong, yet generous heart and the inner beauty she emanates truly sets her apart.

Like the mythical Phoenix,

she has risen from the ashes and soared to a new plane of existence,

unfettered by the things that once that posed such resistance.

Her senses now heightened, she sees everything so clearly.

She hears the wind rustling through the trees;

beckoning her to live the dreams she holds so dearly.

She feels the softness of her hands and muses at the strength that they possess.

Her needs and desires she has learned to express.

She has tasted bitter and savored the sweet fruits of life,

overcome adversity and pushed past heartache and strife.

And the one thing she never understood,

she now knows to be true,

it all begins and ends with you.

Beautiful Feminist Poems

Remember, woman – by Reese Leyva

Remember, Woman, you were born

life giver, miracle creator, magic maker.

You were born with the heart of a thousand mothers,

open and fearless and sweet.

You were born with the fire of Queens and conquerors,

warrioress blood you bleed.

You were born with the wisdom of sages and shamans,

no wound can you not heal.

You were born the teller of your own tale,

before none should you kneel.

You were born with an immeasurable soul

reaching out past infinity.

You were born to desire with passion, abandon,

and to name your own destiny.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are more than you can see.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are loved endlessly.

Remember, Woman, your power, and grace,

the depth of your deep sea heart.

Never forget you are Woman, divine,

as you have been from the start.

You are more than beautiful – Rupi Kaur

I want to apologize to all the women

I have called pretty

before I’ve called them intelligent or brave.

I am sorry I made it sound as though

something as simple as what you’re born with

is all you have to be proud of

when you have broken mountains with your wit.

From now on I will say things like

you are resilient, or you are extraordinary

not because I don’t think you’re beautiful

but because I need you to know

you are more than that.

What Are Your Favorite Feminist Poems?

Remember, woman – by Reese Leyva is my personal favorite. This is because it gives me affirmation on how great I am as a woman.

What are your favorite feminist poems? I would love to hear all about it in the comment section below. Also, don’t forget to share this list with your friends and followers.