Lover comrade

The smart ones have already run away and the rest are waiting to rot You admonish me that any struggle requires skills But any skill here is in vain Why should I bother to express my views in a vague way Why don't I even have the right to speak Why am I just expressing my dissatisfaction? You feel extreme My goal is very clear, that is to smash the phallic signifier and disintegrate patriarchy You said it was wrong to cut off the sore thigh directly But the sore has been growing for too long and the thighs are rotten I am grateful for what the country has done for me, but I still won't get married or give birth in the future Let me sink with that piece of red. I can't give you snow-white innocence What can I give you? Is it the sorrow of being born for a woman or a woman's determination to be kidnapped by her family for a lifetime I have already understood that you don't love me, but you call me a slut and ask me to keep my virginity for you Sadness, sadness, your other name is woman You have been nourished by blood for thousands of years, but why are you still not satisfied and still not giving up Cowherd! Why did you cheat the Weaving Maiden and brand her body and mind with the seal of chastity? Hou Yi! Why do you slander Chang'e? Hate her for leaving home and running to the moon When will those words obliterated by patriarchy narration reappear Those great divine bodies are just a smelly skin bag I heard that the moon in the distance is very round, but I still dare not write about the moon easily Just like I dare not miss my hometown for fear that when I write  I don't know where to run to from now on