Half of a Woman
Half of a woman
for devouring man
is not the way nature planned
for me to live
belonging like chattel
each day I battle
against the culture
that destroys me
and gather like vultures
ready to dissect
and probe
and look
and feel
Each day I reflect
of how I am scarred
they dissipated my sex
and my future is charred.
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