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I write to you brother, When other’s didn’t bother. You are my brother, a son, a father A man. I address you brother, You are born of a mother Like everyone else, All man. I dare you brother, What is your pleasure, in penetrating 3 months old? What is your pleasure in forcing yourself on a 95-year-old? What is your joy in the tears of a baby who understands nothing? But a mere Angel dumped in hell. Why don’t you listen to the silence? Of a grandmother swallowing her pain hoping you will spare her life. Your wickedness is beyond the measure! Tell me brother, are you born of a woman? Can’t you appreciate the love, a mother gives Today you make her believe she was wrong, Wrong to believe that you could be a good son. Wrong to ever think that you would be a good father Wrong to believe that you would protect her. Tell me brother, are you born of a woman, Tell me brother, why today victimizing her being. I taunt you brother, NOT in my name. Not in my name that a woman shy cry, Not in my name that a woman shall be a prey. Not in my presence that a woman shall be less, Not in my name. Not in my name. I Choose to break the deafening silence Of our man in form, partnering with the loose laws That do not spell SENTENCE, That do not talk HARSH, That do not LISTEN, To the cries of babies, girls, grandmothers :woman Failing them the protection, dignity, and rights they deserve. Authorities lipstick talking and observe. Tell me brother, where is your conscience?

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