We Are Not Cattle

We have been molded,
complied with stringent
guidelines, define selves
as mothers, wives, daughters,
bear the shame of blemished
lives, remain mute, passive,
robotic observers, marginalized

Until we witness the
senseless dismemberment
of a sister, the flow of her blood
like a bolt of red electricity,
jarring our numbed minds,
disrupting loyalties, alerting
us to the price of obedience

We are consciousness rising,
eyes opening, alert, questioning
the crimson-stains on the hands
of those who would herd us,
rage growing, abandoning
this show of submission,
demanding accountability.

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