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

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