Emotional torture

My body is precious,

But only if it is put to use

You allow violation of it,

And then laugh at the face of it

Cacophonies is echoing through out all of social media,

Emotional torture ruptures,

Drowns in our own blood.

The picket fence burns away

My child, you say is a gift,

But once she is born, she your property nothing more.

She is not your burden to bear, to protect

From monsters that become elected presidents

My weapons, my words are burning up

I'm not being silenced by less of a man,

Do not get me wrong.

Our flame just gained its spark.

Do not look away,

I will scream so loud, and from so many places

You can't ignore us any longer

Watch us die

Drown in our own blood

Your baby factories won't hold up,

Not when they are founded on r*pe

Do not shrug at your shoulder at me,

And don't you dare raise your hand

I'm not your property to handle.

And my womb is only mine, no one else's

Don't look away, face us!

Watch your mothers, daughters, lovers whimper away in pain,

If we are going down,

guess we will take you with us,

What are you the devil?

We have no time for confessions.

For they are too busy committing sins

When they stole our virtue,

I'm glad it serves you,

That i was born a daughter and not a son.

The original sinner,

But soon you will know,

If we are going down, i guess we will take you with us.