1692 Salem Witch

I remember the day the fire caught,

And the feeling of being confused

I went to bed the night before

Then awoke to my rights being refused

After our sisters died on that hill

This is what we earn?

While they erase the markings of their quill

We suffer from the consolation burns?

I don’t fear the fire, no it’s the men that hold recipes for

girls on how to get objectified,

They say they won’t treat us like prey,

But I’m a deer, I run ‘cause I’m terrified.

My anxiety works overtime in his shadow, but I’m still

underpaid,

For they’ll hang a seductress in the square since the

overturn of Roe V. Wade.

They force us into an arena with knives,

Against politicians wielding their guns

They say fight for your lives

Or use the blade to cut out your tongue

To keep from complaining when the winner takes all

Control over my body

‘Cause they’re cheating with their bullets filled with vitriol.

It’s not fair,

But no one cares when it’s a woman’s life on the line,

If it were a man,

The supreme court would never make a plan

To interfere with their personal bloodline.

How would they feel?

If there was a law preventing their male autonomy,

Would they shut up and look pretty,

Or would they take the lobotomy?

Cause they’re not pro-life,

They’re pro-oppression,

Hoping that women will kill themselves off,

From their post-partum depression.

So go ahead, call me crazy, hysterical, dramatic, or a real

fuckin’ bitch,

Because I will use my pen and fight for my choice,

Until they crucify me like a 1692 Salem Witch.

I will scratch at the walls of my prison cell made with

stone,

Until my nails break and I go insane,

No, I will never confess my sins

‘cause after all they did, I’m still the product they made.

So, tie a noose around the neck of my feminism

And burn my body at the stake,

Keep my uterus away from your biblicism

Because if you treat me like the devil,

I’ll bite back like his snakes.