I give birth to a man
Who rapes,
But not just me,
Only the thing
He wants:
The hole to fill his void,
The soul to re-heel
His shoe,
Make him stand
Not fall;
That line; that lie
Is all I’m entitled
To.
I give birth to this man,
I give birth
To the terror of this,
I give birth to this man
His reign mean,
Am I ever to weather
This storm?
I give birth to this man.
I give birth to the man
Who kills
Me,
The irony
Absurdity
It flaws me,
That child,
Nine months,
Miscarried,
Yet no one sought
To warn me,
The trials set,
Perils met,
This dead child
He haunts me,
Taunts and hunts
His trophy, me,
I give birth to this man
The one who wants
To dress me
In bruises and threats
He drowns me,
I give birth to this man,
I carry the rib,
The one God used
To cage me,
Hold me down
Let them break
Me,
I give birth to this man.
I give birth to a man
Who beats me like
A drum,
Warns me make
No sound;
His kicks,
They fly me to the
Ground,
Let me play among
The worms,
Why in my grave
Must I only rest
In peace?
Where’s my life?
You know which
One,
The one for which
My mother
Birthed me,
Not the one
You groomed me.
I give birth to these men.
I give birth to these men,
The sainted ones
Who hate me.
Me!
I bleed in birth
As I bleed in death,
Take one last breath,
In the name of the son
Who owns me.
Me! The loyal slave
Who nursed you?
Child,
When did I
Give you
The right
To fuck me?
My love
So cruel
To blind me.
I give birth to these men.
Me!
I give birth to you,
The man,
The head honcho,
I give birth to you,
Even in my prison
Cell,
Society,
Where the bar is low,
Set in legal law,
Manmade,
Man swayed,
All I know
Is
I give birth to you,
The man,
I give birth to you.
I give birth to you,
This,
A man,
A religious,
Righteous
Indignant thing,
My God,
You’re far too weak
To make it
Sow,
Your world,
A womb that
Does not grow,
Your love is not global
Or
Warming,
I give birth to this man,
Still,
And with all
The warning
Signs,
I give birth to you.
I give birth to this
Man,
Who chokes,
Hangs
And bangs,
Shoots but never
Scores,
Those I keep,
Every time
He bites
Me,
Breaks his bond
My bone,
Contention
Gone,
He loves to punch
The air,
Brag:
I am vanished
Never
Really there,
Figments of
Imagination,
Dolls
To be played,
Submit
In silence,
Invisibility
Cloaked,
Voiced male
Choice male,
No face
No teeth
No spleen
How am I
To stand?
Where am I
To lean?
Take refuge from
This accepted
Sin?
I give birth to this
Man
Who executes
My death
For fun,
A sport for kings,
A woman’s life
When will
She begin?
I give birth to these men.
I give birth to these,
Men, really?
Hungry
For land
Upon the
Moral
High
Ground,
Paralleled
With God’s
Right hand?
A blasphemous
Joke, right?
Women,
You woke?
Fight!
We give birth to these men.
We give birth to these men,
Their strength
It lies,
Beneath,
Release your
Umbilical
Noose…
Loose…
I dream:
A cord
That does not
Bind,
My kingdom
For
Accord,
That place,
I cannot
Find,
Mine Holy
Land
To savour,
On which
You build
Each
Unlawful
Settlement,
Break
God’s
Sacred
Command,
Meant.
Am I not
Your neighbour?
Where’s
My love,
Equal to
My ‘saviour’?
Yes, I give birth to these men.
We give birth to men,
But soon
Their day will come
Toll bells,
Sing:
Women give birth for you
Women give birth to you.
I give birth to you,
Oh mice of men,
With all your
Best-laid
Plans,
I breathe life,
Not your mate,
Nor wife.
Heed my words,
Your way
Will never come
Around,
You cannot steal
This ground,
Not even in
Your science
Lab,
Our bodies
On your
Butcher’s slab.
Frankenstein,
You’ll never
Have the balls
To raise a
Holy Mary,
Make a Shelley,
Be.
So here
I cut
Your tale
With my
Carving
Knife:
She is the one
Who always carries he.
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