Lit Mag Poetry

We Are Not Your Fragile Statues

girls don’t have iron in their veins
iron rusts with change
we do not
girls don’t have gold in their hearts
gold yields to fire
we do not
girls don’t have diamonds for bones
crowds steal them away
we remain

we remain to topple pillars of sugar and spice

we remain to take vengeance for the burned
we remain to shake the very earth with our existence

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