poems

If Men Could have babies

If you could have our child,as a woman I wouldhold your handin labour when youman spread all across thehopsital bed,your hairy legs caught inthe metal traps ofpain, I would hold your hand,when I heard your criesagain and again,with tears in your eyes but to my own uterus I hold disdain,why do I have to be […]

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Remember

If I am to remember,what does that truly mean? Does it mean to remember the guns fired,to watch the scarlet blood gleam,or to touch the spirits who are still alive today,and hold them in high esteem? If I am to remember,what am I to forget?For it is difficult to say I am sorry,when we have […]

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