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