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Women

  • llami5413
  • Jan 6, 2021
  • 2 min read

Updated: Nov 20, 2023

Years ago, we were asked by

our dads, wait a minute, we

were told. We were sold. If

not for money but for gold.


Sit as I tell you a story of

women. That we know the

truth of, yet act like it was

never, only a fantasy told.


We fought during the cold

war. We supported the

conspiracies of communism

to be seen. To be heard. To be

showed. Respect? Die instead.


Come down to memory lane.

Take a ride with me. Remember

when women couldn’t speak

without being spoken to?


Remember when women were

used to conduct the Black Rapist

Myth? Wait, that was just white

women. A time when regardless

of truth, many lives were taken.


Remember when women of

color had to make their own

organizations because only

white women, if any, could

succeed in our nation?


Let’s not forget how women

only became bombshells

because of Bikini Atoll, bet

you know of this nothing

at all.


There was a time when

women were allowed to get

beat, fucked, sold, hidden,

and raped without

Repercussions.


When women couldn’t get

to the other side to see the

greener grass. When women

couldn’t say, “Kiss my Ass!”


The discourse isn’t over. Now,

we’re considered whores. We

explored and penetrated into

the valley of death. Remember,

mother earth is of women and

never of men.


Like land, men think women

are to be conquered, protected,

and cleanse. Did y’all hear that

in the distance there were women

saying, “that shit ain’t make no sense!”


Today we vote because it is our

right. Today we speak up

because our predecessors

taught us to fight.


I come to you and not plead,

but tell, you get to choose

hell. You get to do what you

want because women before

you paved the way.


If you want to sleep around

in root for you, I shout “HORAY!”

If you want to be gay, non-

binary, or straight then be

because allowed we are to

be happy along our way.

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