Poem (from prompt)

The poundy, angry woman is alive inside
I want to *remove* her so that I might rest.
She struggles against the *inequality*
being less than the rest of the world
And the hatred, the anger the stupidity
its all around and its *poisoning* the tiny peace she has
So inside she rants and she roils,
the blood in her veins boils
And in loud yet silent words she cries out
*describing* all the agony we together have endured.
I cry, hot salty tear for her,
she is *obsolete* , this pounding angry woman
in me.


The prompt was to use all of the highlighted words in one piece.