How radical would it be
If we were all free
Women to walk alone
Without fear of follow
grabbing, whistling
Why don’t you smile
Honey
Where breast size isn’t assumed sexual invitation
Those able to reproduce graduated
from chattled brood mare to human of equal worth
Where the skittled pockets of black and brown babies
Bundled in hoods
Are safe
The only guns drawn are the toys in their hands
Lives not stolen during play
Their father’s breathe
Their mothers and sisters,
Not just their cis-ters
Valued in life
Without entitlement
Life could spring forth of equal valuation
And death of those not white enough for rights
Might actually survive the systematic sweep
From mother liberty
Under patriarchy’s rug
For we mustn’t be so foolish as to assume housework fell anywhere outside the brown woman’s sphere
If place were not assumed
Wouldn’t it be radical
Without appropriation
Assumption preconceived
Wouldn’t it be radical
by Clementine Yost ©
