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I am the one who has been caged

exploited; hated for my femininity.

I am the one who, through sheer being

of flesh and women blood,

angers you,

to the point of thinking about

the excitement of

killing me

I am the one in the cross fires

target practice for your angry rage

that green fury that bubbles up

and spits your feelings

at me of my inadequacy.

Imprisoned in desolate fields

of sparks and nothingness.

I am an outlaw

pushed from my own tribe,

carried to the fields

and left in the abyss

of insignificance; Go forth and die

you are no longer wanted,

or needed here.

I am the one you imprison, 

into the tinniest presence of possibility;

yet you still carry me; tattooed on your skin

I may be lost, but I am never gone.

alone and on my own,

you’ll never forget me daddy,

I’m still your little girl.

card & poem from Raven’s personal deck