By Ava Choudhry, TIWP Student
“A good anger swallowed clots the blood to slime.” — By Marge Piercy
Too many times, I am placed in groups at school with boys who always have to be right and try to invalidate my opinion. If I speak up and even slightly bruise their ego, I am considered “hormonal”—or worse. Sometimes I just have to hold my tongue as anger boils within me. When I cool off, the anger does not leave. It hardens and twists into a dark, dense knot in the depths of my stomach that can only be released through an explosion.