Other People's Freedom, Part Ii
...But while talking at a diner on day
Autumn happened to make a remark
that being a woman meant giving life,
that pregnancy could bring joy to the heart.
She didn’t know a tranny sat behind her,
a man who pretended he was a girl,
he/she reported Autumn’s errant talk,
and down cashing came Autumn’s whole world.
She was arrested for assigning gender,
her intentions served as no defense,
saying the womanhood may mean children
was deserving of strict punishment!
Autumn protested, she tried to make clear
that she counted herself among the left,
wasn’t left enough to silence the mob,
they wanted scalps and scalps they would get.
Worse still the prisons, now overflowing
with souls convicted of heinous thought crimes,
were not enough, so works camps were opened,
she was sent to slave in a copper mine.
Ten hours a day, just bread and water,
doing labor that made the joints hurt,
no chance for a lawyer, she was now ‘fascist,’
things like justices such ‘kinds’ didn’t deserve.
It got worse still when the guards noticed her,
decided that they wanted to play,
now instead of hauling ore all the time
she was merely brought aside and raped.
By the time that first awful year was over
three times had poor Autumn miscarried,
between the rough treatment, and not being fed,
she had lost so much weight it was scary.
One morning she went out to the pit’s edge,
staring down eight hundred feet below,
with not a single emotion on her face
she stepped forwards and let herself go.
They tossed her body into a mass grave,
acted as if Autumn never were.
She wouldn’t defend the freedom of others,
so none were left to stand up for hers.
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