And another ....
Where now the sanctity of the female II
What rite is this, to cut and maim
to keep control, by slice and stitch
to hold in chains, forbid true love
to bind their feet, mark worth in beasts.
What right is this, deny a life
beyond the home, beyond the clan
debarred from hope, no freedom road
exists; profaned, debased, down-classed.
What right is this, to use them sore
what words were spoke, by whom and where
or writ in olden age, to matter now;
who broke the bond from man and womb.
What rite exists, to yoke them slave
What makes you scared to let them learn
What makes you seek control by threat
of lash or lead or acid bite.
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What rite is this to mark her deeds
by pointing fingers at her grace, or say she slept
her way above the glass or daddy-rose above;
then coward, you, insult by tweet.
What right is this, behind the walls
to fist, to kick, abuse, mis-use
or groom by charm then rip the pure
perverting love by venal wiles.
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A stolen rib was wrought
fair form was brought to life
to live in equal state.
What right exists that fails to honour
the female need for our species.
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