My feminism

My feminism is not a stop
It is a work in progress
It's a song half complete
Whose lyrics compound like interest does

And if you look deep
Into the nooks & crannies of my life
You'll find patches of unfeminism
Residual, layered, like limestone

I am learning
I am unlearning
It's a daily job
Not an easy one

So be kind dear sisters
When you notice my many flaws
If I were perfect
What would I have to live for?