Untitled by Noémie Zumer

And when he comes 
From the beat
That I touched 
To stand by me
It’s a new time 
A new period
Like blood
Experiencing itself
Down my thighs
Oh, beautiful thighs!
If no one else can properly love you, 
Then I surely will 
I should. 
I shall. 
I am. 
I rebel against a man’s hand
A man who is angry 
At the weight he is carrying 
A man who is righteous 
A man who is infinitely entitled.
Then war, I declare.  
War I will conduct
All on my own
With my own rage.

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