Ode to my Perpetrators on V-Day There are few who I speak to of You: Y?

I have mercy for others: You Disguise What you do with all of your Dear Colleagues You watch laugh and beat at my image Yes? You know nothing of Consent by other Means Such as those that belong to Love = I lose my breath as you tighten my Noose I see and I know the Routines you Plan How all will attack from all Directions To prove I am no Philosopher it’s True For if that’s what you claim to B: a Curse Addled by your Shameless terrorisms I look to the East, to the West, North and South As Good Mother Tubman exhorts me To.

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