I am asleep again in
A burning forest of trees
Ablaze and when I scream
My soundless roar
I see the men, free,
They walk with ease, but
Me? A sitting hen.
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I look back again.
Trees burning to the ground
Make me freeze with nowhere
To run as they tell me
“Bend,” down on my knees
I pray without Amen -
Declaring the torment of
Being feminine.
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So, please, let me be
With “Not all men,”
When time and time and time again,
We still fight for an end.
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