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| Searching the womb by Inder Salim |
She Sees
Once you meet her,
The cretens that you worship, Will be seen,
for who they are;
Withered and useless thieves, Left to steal
The light from stars.
Justice comes, Wrapped in truth; It’s a coat,
They cannot break. Their useless talk, and scattered stock, Know only
How to hate.
They take your good
intentions,
And tax them,
with their laws,
Intending to imprison,
Every woman, for their cause.
The blood of menses,
Scares them,
Something they must protect,
They want to hold us down,
Their boots,
Laid out across our neck.
Remove it,
Stated Ginsburg,
She was counted,
In this fight,
Bathed in freedom’s glory, Not the fear,
Made by the right.
If you take away
Our freedoms,
We’ll remove you
From your throne,
When you scoff
at the wombs,
that made you mortal? Then you’re not
Fully grown.
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