I came in bleeding to death slowly
I learned, applied, and passed.
But law isn’t built form me to access
Let alone dictate, like the rest.
I don’t mold my world,
I build it from the abyss
I go to the doctor
And she, in 2022,
Tells me she couldn’t see me having children
It’s too dangerous, hard and,
I bake my world’s structure into reality
With the heat of indignation,
And your quiet disgust.