We die for you

on the filthy streets

in the dark back alleys

under the weight of chains

beneath the stomp of angry feet.

We bleed for you

our backs etched with lines

the weight of your arrogance

upon our womanhood

as if it is your right.

We cry for you

in the voices of the broken

and discarded sisters and brothers

who do not beg or cower

or entertain you with their hate.

Every time you strike us down

like the sun we rise again

By Amy Losi

From: United States

Instagram: amy.losi