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One day we will be dead. Our daughters will flood the buildings of power like we never had the gall or opportunity to afford. They will bleed on the steps of civil law and **** along the the stark black lines of “rules” like pale meat pandering for sympathy within their own box. The powder on our faces and the cotton-silk of our garments will stifle the very licked down, spit smothered lies they raised us with, gutting the cage and raising the dead. What will they do when we amass like the folds between our legs, bellowing like the sounds of our *** and forming in the clean cut lines of blazers and slacks? Can they get a handle on the heave of our ******* Can they take the pulse of our wombs? Out, in, out, in, like the very ****** they aided us with. How many months in a lifetime do we have to bleed and clean to earn ourselves the right to humanity? Our girls will know more than this; mark my words. Our children will see the right they were born with. We will be free, we will be free, we will not be silent.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
One Day
One day we will be dead. Our daughters will flood the buildings of power like we never had the gall or opportunity to afford. They will bleed on the steps of civil law and **** along the the stark black lines of “rules” like pale meat pandering for sympathy within their own box. The powder on our faces and the cotton-silk of our garments will stifle the very licked down, spit smothered lies they raised us with, gutting the cage and raising the dead. What will they do when we amass like the folds between our legs, bellowing like the sounds of our *** and forming in the clean cut lines of blazers and slacks? Can they get a handle on the heave of our ******* Can they take the pulse of our wombs? Out, in, out, in, like the very ****** they aided us with. How many months in a lifetime do we have to bleed and clean to earn ourselves the right to humanity? Our girls will know more than this; mark my words. Our children will see the right they were born with. We will be free, we will be free, we will not be silent.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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