My feet planted firmly in her supple soil,
My heart heaving to bolt.
My country once full of such hope,
Now the rights of women are left to spoil.
What of this is within my control?
How may I lend my sisters my battered hand?
I promised my daughter a brighter future,
I’ll be damned.
Here alone I am exposed,
But together we are tremendous.
The fury of women scorned is unopposed.
Together we shall rise from these cold ashes.
So come stand with me,
My allies. Stay close.
Hasten here Sisters, with our poison
Evil men shall be dosed.
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Willa C
I am a fatherless daughter trying to make her mind right by writing down all the sick fantasies that play on loop. Know that my writing may be dark but my heart is filled with light. Welcome to my Hell.
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