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I hate men, why do they think they know everything .
Kill your sons, lest they kill your daughters.
Awake in dusk, silvery moonlight filtered through sheer curtains
White brocade on cherub skin, rosy cheeks awash in delight,
Pudgy fingers poke and prod, rings and bells sound beyond in revelry
even as bright-eyed babes stare at the grandeur of the altar
Cathedral-length skirts gather behind, she trips, unpracticed feet padding with uncertainty,
Oh sweet love, how old were you when they ripped you apart?
Six, seven, eight, it matters not,
When daughters pay in penitence for the sins of their forebears, pay in blood and innocence
On a bed of lies, a bed of matrimony cradles your girls in an unspoken inferno,
Scorching skin as honeybees suckle at sweet nectar, leaving her to rot in the maggots left behind.
So tell me then, about the innocence of men,
When babies prattle and cry in the cradle
To meet their fates at the altar in the same breath.
I say we kill our sons, lest they kill our daughters first,
Stripping flesh, bone, and marrow,
Hope, dreams, and sorrow,
Our daughters die as you flout your haloed curls at the seat of your table,
Breathing in dewy skin, tasting salty tears,
Down with the kings, and the men
Who watch them place that ring on her hand.
Just wait until, Mother Earth is infertile,
Crops doubled over in languid agony, stalks ripped open,
Lick sticky sap from reddened fingertips,
Suck gelatinous fat from bone,
The gods have never atoned for their mock Judithian justice,
Blood borne from an unholy sin, spread down trembling thighs,
Spread across greyed skirts
Swift and drastic, oh, you didn’t kill the boys, did you?
Well, I suppose it never really mattered, did it?
Sweet little ladies, sweet innocence is unnecessary
god i hate when animals die in movies
I think minorities should be able to kill a white man if he annoys them enough, and I think that’s very sexy of me
also you go Barbara, love you too girl
If all violent abusive rulers/occupiers/colonizers result in civilian militias and violent resistance WHERE MY GIRLS AT LET'S DO THIS