(Nolite te bastardes carborundorum)
Will I buckle under?
Will I become just what they want me to be?
(Here in terror indentity crises are so petty)
How can we submit to this?
Separated in red
Our identities
Split three ways
(Will I submit)
You have reduced us to our fertility
(Or will I be martyred, uselessly?)
What of OUR sacrifice?
A womb
a cunt
a dried-out shell
Your ("His") future
Your present
Your obligation
How can we submit?
I want to be defiant.
I want to tell them off.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum...
Will I believe that?
Will I believe that hope?
(Don't let the bastards grind you down.)
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