Women’s bodies are not yours for the taking
Not your land that’s up for sale
Not your home to destroy
Not your food to fill your belly
Take your greed elsewhere please
Women’s bodies are not yours for the taking
Not your land that’s up for sale
Not your home to destroy
Not your food to fill your belly
Take your greed elsewhere please
If only I loved a little less hard.
Did not stay up at night,
Worried that I hugged the wrong person
Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.
If only I loved a little less hard.
I need to write so badly because all this anger and fear are sticking to my skin like an anxiety sweat
and yet I can't seem to make any phrases and stanzas that are understandable outside of my head
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