They don’t want me to speak
These words I have would fly like
Bullets
And I am forced into putting on the safety
My words would speed down a highway,
But they want me to shift my lips into park
My words contain information to crucify,
And instead, they nailed my tongue to a cross
And asked me to answer for myself
They don’t want me to speak
A story known too well for all women.
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Such a true depiction
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Truly a scientist’s poem for our times.
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Thank you so much!
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