Bodily autonomy has never been questioned

In one way or another women have been made to fight for scraps of it

And the further we are from the intersection of rich wasps

The more it stings.

I hope against all things that we all stay standing this time,

Without becoming numb and complacent.

My rage did not drive me away,

it has taken root

So that I may stand my ground

Above the hollow morality

That has exceptions

But no room for the living

And no compassion

for the unlived world

Alive around them.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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