the goddess of feminism

She whirles
And twirles dances to the
Screams of
The unborn torn from their
Mothers womb

He dared to
Look at you without permission
Refused to
Cast his eyes downward as you
Walked by

She whispers
Into her daughter’s ear teach
Him a lesson
He’ll never forget accuse him
Of visual rape

It doesn’t
Matter that you teased him
Drew his
Eyes by your immodest dress
Its enough

That he
Peeked from a nearby limb
He needs
To swing as a warning to his
Brothers

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