If We Don’t Procreate
No matter how tall or thin we became
We always felt like we were to be blamed.
Our lives, bodies, decisions weren’t our own
We asked wrong men to show us the unknown.
I nearly didn’t go out today. I thought that my energy would be better served finishing my novel than marching. And then right when the march was about to start in Paris, I jumped up, grabbed my coat, my pussy and my shoes and ran out the door. My heart started thumping — “You…