The Diagnosis

In your diagnosis
You described me as a certain type of personality
A woman not conforming to the norm.

As I read it I thought:
I have seen this before.

A hundred years ago
It was written on rag paper with a fountain pen
You called me hysterical and blamed the position of my womb. 

Two hundred years ago
It was written on parchment with a quill
You called me a madwoman and confined me to Bedlam.

Three hundred years ago
It was written on vellum and sealed with your signet ring 
You called me a witch and burnt me in the village square.

So here I am again just as I was then
Hysterical
Mad
Burning

And here you are again just as you were then
Powerful
Writing
Judging

And nothing
Absolutely nothing
Has changed.