Scumdog Millionaire

I could be your daughter,
or her or her or her
but let’s take a minute, the
New York kind, and chew over
women outside of their
cages, outside of the dimension in which
they’re only canvassed in
their relationship to
men.
I could be your daughter,
or her or her or her
but what else could we be if
we weren’t bred to be slaves
to locker room banter?

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