From the Brontë sisters (who all produced their classics in their twenties) to Jane Austen (who penned her first work at 21), some of the greatest works of fiction have come from young minds. But, when it comes to ‘drop the mic’ feminist poetry, we tend to expect our authors to be… well, to be a little older than primary school age.
So, when a teacher shared a powerful piece entitled ‘The True Feminine’ (apparently written by an eight-year-old pupil), everyone on social media sat up and paid attention.
According to Distractify, the teacher advised her followers: “Take a moment to read this poem written today by one of my students. One of my THIRD GRADE students. She wrote it at recess – no prompt, just free flowing thought.”
The poem starts off by referencing a well-known rhyme: “I am not sugar and spice and everything nice. I am music, I am art. I am a story.”
And it gets better: “I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights. I was baby. I am child. I will be mother.”
Next, there’s a direct reference to woman being judged on their looks (or lack of): “I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition.”
And, finally, the sign-off line has a truly mind-blowing metaphor at its heart.
“I am a rich pie strong with knowledge,” it reads. “And I will not be eaten.”
Originally tweeted by Arabelle Sicardi, according to HelloGiggles, the tweet has since been shared over 58,000 times and received over 145,000 likes.
And, judging by the comments, people are absolutely obsessed with this badass verse:
wow this was amazing— glo (@gloryousIy) October 2, 2017
"I am a rich pie strong with knowledge. I will not be eaten."
Wow, the Plath is strong in this one. ❤️— John A. Berggren 🇮🇹🇸🇪🏴🇫🇷🇨🇦 (@jabdesignstudio) October 3, 2017
God dammit Picasso was right. You can spend your whole life learning to create art and still not have the mastery of a child.— BlindCleric (@Gid_Rhys) October 3, 2017
While some have expressed doubt as to whether or not an eight-year-old could pen such a work of art, the message at its core is one worth sharing: I am a rich pie. You are a rich pie. We’re all rich pies.
And absolutely none of us deserve to be eaten.