What’s in it for women
Who have no say
Over their bodies
Questioned for every
Horrible man’s action
Yet held responsible
How do you battle darkness itself
A dog at my hip
begging for rubs
Brothers and steak
The only one I need
Is on a beach
Still out of reach
All die. Lucky are we who choose when.
I’ll love you in this time
and in the next
Galaxy we reach for
Finally. I was born for this.