In history,
It has always been the man,
Of superiority,
Courageous,
Greatness.
But I do not want to carry,
No man,
In my belly.
Feeding off me,
Like they all continue to do
Once birthed.
I want a girl,
Strong,
Powerful,
Great.
Who grows up learning of martial arts,
To defend herself,
From men.
Who learns of deflection and reflection,
So as to not offend,
No man.
Who understands what to wear,
As certain female body parts,
Upset men.
Or who lives and breaths “no”,
As if that will stop intercourse,
From any man.
A girl of intense power,
No man inside me.
I want her to grow old,
And live happy.
But shouldn’t you know,
I gave birth to a he.
Drowned him in the bathtub,
For I want a she.