5.12.19

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.