I think I had a thought once,
not sure where it went
I think I had a choice,
before their automatic consent
I think I had a body,
until it was covered under a glass ceiling of intersectionality,
disguised as empowerment & healing
I think I had ambitions,
but I wasn't allowed to share them f r e e l y
I think I had a story,
which included originality, not mass produced 'bots
I think I think a lot,
it's okay though, only when it helps with the plot
I think I had a life,
built on standards of equality, for all to prevail
I think I was The Foreman,
who settled on being the female
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
I think I had a thought once,
not sure where it went
I think I had a choice,
before their automatic consent
I think I had a body,
until it was covered under a glass ceiling of intersectionality,
disguised as empowerment & healing
I think I had ambitions,
but I wasn't allowed to share them f r e e l y
I think I had a story,
which included originality, not mass produced 'bots
I think I think a lot,
it's okay though, only when it helps with the plot
I think I had a life,
built on standards of equality, for all to prevail
I think I was The Foreman,
who settled on being the female
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