The wrong side of history

I never wanted to be seen
The right kind of feminist
The right kind of woman
The right kind of activist

Not in my wildest dreams
I wished to be perceived
The best part of a man
Or the woman behind
Of what they achieved

I am me, unapologetic me
My own, ever improved version
Despite their wishes to see
Us, women, in our own private prison

My "likes" and my "follows"
Forever a source of sorrow
For the thought police to borrow
To call us bigot tomorrow

We, in the wrong side of history
Who are the wrong kind of feminists
Labeled the wrong kind of activists
Seen as the wrong kind of women
We, with this damning feminist theory