without a fall,
without men brandishing silvered daggers
to make them courageous
and make women swoon and stagger.
what is history without ancient texts
written in such plain reverence
of men and their deeds,
heroic and covered with scars and medals
riding on these majestic steeds/
what is a world without stories handed down
of men in boats, and wearing crowns,
professing their undying obsession
with women that they always seem to question
and abuse and gaslight and use
and yet cover their palms in emeralds and pearls?
what kind of world,
would that be? a world where women
finally broke those sparkling chains
and felt wild and free.
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