Scapegoat

I “like” all the men who
beat on their chest,
claiming “I am mind”
and that
“women are crazy”
yet
“better with babies”
And here’s where it starts not to rhyme :

Would you hand a woman in an insane asylum, a baby to care for?

In front of the feet,
of girls who can’t speak,
gaslit all their lives

I beg of your dears,
to start seeing clear :
it is them, who’ve lost their minds.

© Photo by Alison Scarpulla

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