I get off the ferry
Turn right on 1^st Ave
Because it’s the easiest way
To get to the south side
Without taking the freeway

I turn my head
As I pass the stadium
Know what’s coming
Larger than life size
Images of degraded women
Flashing with bright lights
And when the game gets out
Pounding music

Because here in progressive Seattle
We celebrate men’s strength
With women’s servitude

I want to fire-bomb the building
As I watch families walk down the street
With little girls
The important thing here obviously
The 12^th Man jerseys
Everyone is sporting
Not the fact that we’re collectively raising
Another generation of souls
With distorted notions
Of pleasure and power

Eroticizing slavery
Psychologically manipulating
Presenting it as an aspiration
So that by the time girls turn 12
The mighty mighty 12
It’s self-inflicted

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I invite you into my space
Knowing you are a threat
To my soul
to my wellbeing
You are so helpless
As always

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What a disappointment

To discover
That despite every opportunity
To rise to your greatest self
You choose otherwise
Until I realize
That lower being
Is in fact who you are

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