The Dividing Line

You
Compartmentalize
Degradize
Hormonalize
Contraceptize
Subordinatize me.
You do the same to
your employees
to your daughters
And mothers
And granddaughters
And stepmothers
And Aunts
And Cousins
And Friends
And co-workers.

You do the same to
Your teachers
Your believers
Your faith followers
Your brothers
    who were born with vaginas.
Those born with wombs.
Those who feed you.
Who have fed you.
Those who have cleaned your wounds.
Those who have wiped your tears.
Those who comforted your fears.

I am not a stair step.
I am not the tread upon the sole
    of your shoe.
Nor is my Uterus a tool
for you to utilize and manipulate
while you hide behind your God.

MY ovaries are not for you
to control.
Your Mother’s fallopian tubes
are not a toy for you to chew on.
Your Sister’s vagina has nothing to do with
    Your faith.

But you insist that they are.
You insist that it must.

You can take a pill,
    at will,
to make your manhood grow
when it was clearly God’s will for it not to.
And your company will pay for
you to have that man-made
boost to your erectile dysfunction.

If Mothers and Daughters,
Sisters and Brothers
     born with vaginas
must follow your God’s will,
then so must you.
No more little blue pills.
No more snip snip
under your manly hills
footed by the company dime.

Let us call a spade a spade,
and erase
The Dividing Line
that you say your God
has obviously drawn.

-Molly