We sully women who think,
unbowed and without corsets
to prop or hide whatever fuddle
we've told them exists.
We need not be told, all
of us. No is not an abstract
concept, it rides no waves
of uncertainty, no great barriers
or walls need of climbing.
Verily he told her she must
cover for not to be mistaken for
impious. Shell-shocked and
sullied she bides her time between
bites to plot her spiritual escape.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
We sully women who think,
unbowed and without corsets
to prop or hide whatever fuddle
we've told them exists.
We need not be told, all
of us. No is not an abstract
concept, it rides no waves
of uncertainty, no great barriers
or walls need of climbing.
Verily he told her she must
cover for not to be mistaken for
impious. Shell-shocked and
sullied she bides her time between
bites to plot her spiritual escape.
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