How many days and years,
centuries and eras
will ultimately pass,
before it’s safe to use our voice?
How many battles and insults,
warnings and judgments
will we need to endure,
before we realize we have a choice?
How many preachers and players,
misogynists and mama’s boys
will brazenly insult us,
before we drown out their noise?
How many mothers and daughters,
sisters and lovers
will continue to fight,
until there’s a reason to rejoice?
Out of My Mind 
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