yes, you can take away, that's what you're best at
you took away my could-be bigger brother
you burned down houses, cut out 8-month-old fetuses from wombs
you made the blood sea of dead female fetuses
but now you want us to be your womb farms, again?
you clamped down on feminism, slapped on any women who dared to speak up
you smacked my head against the iron wall, cracked my head open
you stripped me of all my clothing, piece by piece
you spat on me, punched me, kicked me, all over my body
but now you want us to be your baby-making machines, again?
I made sure whatever I pushed out from my vagina had nothing to do with you
they'll make sure nothing, absolutely nothing will grow inside of their wombs
I hold my infants in my arms, my body against the freezing iron wall
in front of the whole world,
I'm completely naked and all bruised up
but I'll live
I'm not anymore inside your iron bar cage
I'll live freely
I'll laugh and I'll love
I'll make love
oh yea
I'll make love like I'm dropped from a parallel universe
a world that's not ruled by evils like your kind
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