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I still remember the first time you stated
that you weren't afraid to hit a woman.
I can sympathize with the reasons you might fear to;
we are made out of back-breaking steel
forged in the factories of Heaven
so that we could bear the burdens of patriarchy.

It's ironic how I found the same kind of love
in the way your fingers caressed my face
the same way that your iron-clad fist
struck my jaw with your upbringing,
but there is a tongue that I will never quit preaching
beaten out of aurum hiding in my mouth,
and I will never stop speaking.