Our legislated bodies keeps us running for our lives

Outlawed from the beginning, perpetually hunted by the whims of men

Values only placed on them, not our contribution to the expansion of humanity’s fate

Your names never ours imbued you an unspoken right to use your rage, rape, misogyny as intimidation tools

We never consented as the inheritors of your self-inflicted traumas

Enough screams enough

Stopped in our tracks by your greed in the age of awareness, a land grab, an implied right to our womb

Time has arrived to sanction your penis, your prostrate, cheating, lies and abuses.

We’ll prey on your ego, your most fragile possession

No more viagra, marriage or slavery to your needs

You’ve dictated our spirit, now your balls belong to us.

The outlaw must becomes the hunter