David Mitchell 
Patriarchy
Take the mirror to my humanity
and shatter it, apportion the pieces
shard by jagged shard,
defining man and not-man.
Peering through these broken bits of being,
straining to see myself; they cut
and tear at me, they jab
sharp edges at my beloved.
I don’t accept these pieces,
these tiny boxes of being,
these slivers that slice
my hands when I clutch them.
Give me back the mirror whole
let me see myself completely:
take joy in the fullness of being.