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
thoughts from a feminine point of view