Women’s World

What if you discovered your bits
Were owned by the government, not your lover

After all, we are to have the kids of god
And they will be as political hostages;
So, there is a flaw

What if pregnancy was a choice, not a job
Or is postpartum my vacation stop?

It's not like are ovaries are owned by the state
We are in 2020, not 1930,
it’s time for an update

Why can't I voice my rights
Why does my body have a price
Why am I worth only
69, 000

I'm not a piece of meat
I have a heartbeat
bu boom, bu boom, bu boom

I say it so you can hear
So you don't put your ear
To my chest
So you don't touch my breast

I see what hangs off my body
And you label it naughty
But I don't get a say

I don’t pick my gender
Nor my harasser
I don’t pick my breast size
Whether it be A or DD

I don't control the size of my hips
Or the tightness down there
I can’t changes the equipment
Or how it looks or works



I was made but a women
So, I was born with a flaw
By law, I don't have rights
By law, I am to be owned
By law, I am not a person
But a thing

But a toy that hangs on a wall
Liftless until played with
With no purpose, but look pretty
I am but arm candy

I am to be displayed
To be tasted
To be used
Then discarded

But I did not choose this
I did not have a vote
“” GOD””
Made me this way

God said to let her be woman
God said to let her face this world
God gave me to them
To birth the next generation