Under My Armpits
Show me the part
In your scripture
Where it reads
"The female shan't carry hair in her pits."
Show me the picture
Of hairless legs
And straightened locks
And bared nether regions
of a Full Grown Woman
Show me.
Please.
So I can understand
Why I have so deeply offended you
Being "the way that" I am
Show me the law
That made your word
more crucial than mine
Last time I checked,
My body was Mine to define
So show me, I beg,
how I will ever exist
If I ever dared to get rid
Of the hair
Under My Armpits
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Sophie Patterson
I believe in equality for all humans, and in the absolutely necessary creation of a "thou must finish thine pizza crust" law. Nough said.
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