2015 piece on gender inequaility.


bury my opinions, bury my rights, drown me in my household duty

serve me light vodka, reserve the blood mary

the cat-calling my lullaby, “ Hey there, Hottie!”

they the ice cream of public affairs and us the mere cherry

hide achievements and paychecks, scream out beauty

an island, succor the child till your weary

you are liable for those scars, bruises like raven,sooty

close eyes on closed legs, consequences scary

playing with booty, they lay back, slip feet into their bootee

us with no consort is seen as fruity

keep records of call girls, when demand is beyond it’s very

I will die with hope, lay on my tomb a california beauty.

All above depict this world unfit far too airy.

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