Green Light, Go!
Flush this cultural toxicity,
uteri are citizens
of a woman’s nation,
everybody’s future
with a sick and twisted history.
Let’s face it,
we’ve been living
well below our station
for the last couple a’ centuries.
We’re not hens laying eggs, so
stop milking the mystery.
Green Light, Go!
Tunnel vision mission
through a tinted glass lens.
They say the policy is
just another train wreck, but
it’s carrying all our friends.
I don’t want to break,
but I’ve spent centuries
in the same damn bend.
Can you put women
in the constitution
so this misery can end?
Green Light, Go!
Every time my cycle’s late
they wanna regulate the flow.
Propagate the lies granny was told
that the fetus can be controlled.
I say they’re all bluffing
and I ain’t never gonna fold.
I won’t tell my daughter
she doesn’t have a choice.
If you want to force the foal
you have to bridle the horse.
I’m already out the gate
and halfway ‘round the course.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
seems obvious, doesn’t it?
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Truth. Truth. Absolute truth. .
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Thank you, Misky. I appreciate this comment.
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A very inspiring and timely piece. Well said!
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Brilliant and powerful write, K. All truth.
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In top form again, K. Excellent.
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Very, very, very cool
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Great poem, K. And LOVE this tune, and its message. Fingers crossed you get your piece in VV. I must admit, I looked at the image and thought yeah, I’ll pass…! I love the direction you went with it though, all the wordplay 🙂
“uteri are citizens
of a woman’s nation,”
“stop milking the mystery”
❤
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Wonderful punchy lines in this – hope VV publish and more get to read this.
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