When did my body become you?

When did my birthing right become yours?

Control the creation center

the central station of all destinations

to demand that I answer commands

You stand on high horse

crooked saddles and broken stable

Shouting of my neglect

Shouting of my contempt for the natural right

to give birth on sight

Standing on high horse crooked saddle broken stable

Take your voice out of me

Take your appetites off me

I do what I want

When I want

Where I want

Who I want

I don’t ask

I don’t beg

Jen is the name

Freedom is the game

Papers won’t change what I claim

Make or break

its still my choice

To take your life

or make your life

Because you came from a mother

a woman like me

Don’t you see

you came of me

you came from me

Women are a collective

a hive of the divine

We’re sacred creatures

that at our leisure

We have allowed you to breathe

to be

to take up space

in this place

but in that grace

Women have misplaced who we are

who we were

who we ran

run the world

we hold this land

But it’s bland little hands

squeeze tight the blue balls that decide what I should and shouldn’t do

but boohoo to you boo

I do and I do

so try to take what power I have

Try to tap into my wealth of riches and watch

my queen bees and honey workers

devour your kind