I am seething regret
I am the walls of the terrace which you broke down
Filibuster my longwinded-ness
And break the backs because of your freedoms
I am seething regret
We call it freedom of the body
I call it ****** and **** it, I will not be silenced
I am sick and ******* tired of children dying
I am sick and tired of mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers crying.
We are so selfish, that we refuse life, because we believe our bodies have that right.
I am a man, yes, that is true.
I cannot speak from a woman's point of view.
But I guaran-fucking-tee you
That my viewpoint would not change
If my genitals sank in rather than pushed out
I could spit tacks
And I could break backs
Watch me seethe and writhe
I don't want to hear your point of view,
I want to hear the sound of silence
Because no more children would be dying
For freedom
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
I am seething regret
I am the walls of the terrace which you broke down
Filibuster my longwinded-ness
And break the backs because of your freedoms
I am seething regret
We call it freedom of the body
I call it ****** and **** it, I will not be silenced
I am sick and ******* tired of children dying
I am sick and tired of mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers crying.
We are so selfish, that we refuse life, because we believe our bodies have that right.
I am a man, yes, that is true.
I cannot speak from a woman's point of view.
But I guaran-fucking-tee you
That my viewpoint would not change
If my genitals sank in rather than pushed out
I could spit tacks
And I could break backs
Watch me seethe and writhe
I don't want to hear your point of view,
I want to hear the sound of silence
Because no more children would be dying
For freedom
This is a harsh piece, but they are true feelings. If you'd like to discuss, please don't be put off by my anger. There are few places, save for poetry, that I can accurately express my feelings; I don't want what is written to be a deterrent for positive discussion.
Thank you.
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