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A Woman's Right
Mother pray
for freedom
from your body.
March
to the malignant beat
of your battled breath.
No suffragette,
you birthed
a baby
into oblivion
until she
was an adult
who realized
women's rights
may mean
leaving your mentally ill mother
harnessed like a horse
in her institutional bed,
to rally
and rot.
Cease Fire
To a Friend
You've bombed
my occupied territory,
and no matter how much I tell myself
what choice did you have
my boundaries
still bleed,
all the civilians housed in my heart
are displaced;
this land
will never be the same.
Try dressing the amputations
that hang between us.
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