Like a sitting duck
We are prey
We are not human
Humanity is for those who pray
My existence is contingent on enduring the pain of the unspoken rules
My life matters less because they say so
My rights are not human
I am a monster of their creation
How dare an enemy combatant be educated? - they say
Who would teach a womb to speak? - they say
Where is the devil when you need him? - they ask
Drag the feminine rage to hell - they plead
Scrape me from the earth like scum
I am not worthy of a place to be
For we are not worthy of space amongst the rule makers and enforcers
We are not men or their proxies
Our holding of the masculine and feminine is unwanted
Our existence, our lives, our humanity is perched precaariously on the broken bones of spineless institutions
They'd rip out our throats if they could
Feed us the fruit of the poisonous tree
Laugh as they whip us
Thrash as we continue to exist