all the women I know are dying

"... a slow, premeditated death."

all the women I know are dying

all the women I know are dying

they confer in hushed voices:
in teary midnight texts and 
water cooler confessions,
up late nights with sick toddlers - 

fighting to hide the truth from our daughters.

all the women I know are dying

a slow, premeditated death:
they fight for every step,
try to climb out of these depths
with no one to lend a hand in -

because the world has them chained  
        to the failures of madmen.

all the women I know are dying

not from cancers or aggression
but from full-bodied oppression
overburdened with mental, physical,
and even spiritual weight - 

but it is already too late.


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