June
Give my uterus to the state,
And sail to open waters
Hoping to be born again
Somewhere where I
Can live in my body
Without asking to
And not fear its power,
Wondering when my own
Anatomy will be weaponized
Against me; the trigger pulled
By a man in a robe pretending
To be a god. When can I
Be my own damn god?
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I love how your poem consists entirely of a statement and a question