Abortion Is Violence; A Deep, Desperate Violence

A Revolutionary Poem Will Not Tell You Who Or When To Kill, What And When To Burn, Or Even How To Theorize. It Reminds You... Where And When And How You Are Living And Might Live, It Is A Wick Of Desire.

Reality, The Oppressor's Tongue.

Love, Our Subject: We've Trained It Like Ivy To Our Walls.

We Have Lived With Violence Far Too Long.

The Will To Change Begins In The Body, Not In The Mind.