I am no more a man than you, save for a WO
All that means is a difference just like you
Yet I’m dice, in the numbers you decide
To rape me and leave, or thrust me to kill
You come in many, with rods and rackets
To push in the pain and pull out my veins
Till the dull stakes are a mangled mess
Filling in me the grime of gratitude
For killing my womb, leaving no chance
To ever birth any more like you
An intense and evocative piece delivered with a true poet’s incisive insights.
Thank you very much Sir
A powerful,intense,heartfelt literary piece.
Thank you very much sir
Intense, relevant and much needed
Thank you very much