I Am Not My Uterus

My hands aren't made to touch you...

My arms aren't meant to hold babies.

My legs aren't made to open for you.

My pussy ain't the place for your decrees.

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My feet were made to walk and run away...

My tongue was made to say all I want to say...

My voice was made to sing and scream my pain...

My lips were made to smile as you fade away.

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I am not my ovaries,

I am not your breeder, receiver, or pound of flesh.

I am not my uterus,

I am not your bleeder, feeder, or obedient pet.

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My hips are not for birthing...

My waist is not for measuring my worth.

My breasts weren't made for ogling or nursing.

My body ain't your temple to rape and coerce.

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My knuckles were made to make imprints in your face...

My knees are for kicking your nuts into your throat.

These fingers will pull any trigger to scramble your brains...

My wrists will end up in handcuffs but at least you're gone.

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I am not my ovaries,

I am not your breeder, receiver, or pound of flesh.

I am not my uterus,

I am not your bleeder, feeder, or obedient pet.

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I'm not gonna become a white baby factory...

I'll overdose on Plan Bs before you inseminate me.

You think a woman wouldn't die or go to prison,

Rather than forcibly give birth to a rapist's demon?

The mortality birth rate is climbing,

The abortion rate ain't stymied,

Black mothers can't even get a nurse

To take her fucking seriously.

You'll steal food out of kids' mouths,

Abduct little kids to send south,

People can't even afford to live now

But want more babies somehow?

It's the motherfucking audacity,

To be fine dining and laughing with rich society.

One day you'll be burning

And begging us on bended knee.

And the children you forced into the world

Will be the ones to end your spree.