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.
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