𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓

I don’t have to explain,

I have 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓.

It blossomed in my body,

As I grew another. 

When they sliced open my womb,

My power could not be slit,

My body poured out 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊. 

I dripped, 

with 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎-𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔.

My drive to protect, 

Calibrated in every cell,

It’s as sharp as the dagger,

Carved onto my side. 

They want to worship a wounded masculine?

I’ll be praising my 𝒫𝒰𝒮𝒮𝒴.

Holding space,

For men to 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥.