Mission
They say
I have been free...
When?
Where?
I never know...
Did they give me
My freedom to be born...?
Did they not test to see
I am male or female...?
Did they have any
Happiness on their faces
When I, by default,
Tumbled forth...?
They consider me
A lesser being...
Lesser
In everything...
They find me fit
Only as a child-bearing machine...
Once that is done
I am done...
Existence has become
Dependence...
I know my worth, yet.
Equal to a thousand of them...
I know
I have my mission to accomplish...
This is why
I am rushing on...!
The mission of
Leveling all inequalities...!
15 December 2022
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