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what is Rome

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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