She can kill a moose, I can’t
She touts a gun, I hate guns
She derides abortions; I stand by them; my body is mine
She’s white and privileged
I’m black and sidelined
But I will not join the laughter
I will not cast a stone
The flower between her legs connects us
We have been stoned as heretics in Europe
We have been given up at birth in China
We were killed as witches in Salem
We were refused land in Africa
We are property in Pakistan
We have been killed for honor in Bangladesh
We have been raped and maimed the world over
And so I will not nail her
The bumps on her chest connect us
Me, Hilary and Amina Lawal.
We’ve been refused equal pay
We’ve been forced to hide our belly bumps
We’ve been hanged by our PMS*
We’ve been judged by our lipstick
We’ve been dared to grow a penis
We’ve been called nutcrackers
And so I will not stone her
Let her deeds hand the stones
Let her words nail her
Let her faults trip her
And you can call me what you will:
Fuckn’ Femminist
* Pre-menstrual syndrome
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