You hunt young girls,
Like they're a swarm of plagues.
Know your first home was
a woman's for 9 months.
The first love you had was on her chest.
Remember,
when you smell them
away in your hunting,
your disliking,
your idea of revolting,
You are killing yourself.
You are destroying every
inch of your first home from within you.
When men kill baby girls,
When society embeds this
massacre deep inside them,
When the tunnels of their veins smell an expectant mother,
Oh and they console in pity
at the birth of a girl,
We know that these very girls
will fight for what is equally hers and his.