collection

every bullet 
every shell
every cartridge
everything you fire my way, I collect.

I dig them up from my flesh.
I stitch my wounds.

They are now my ammunition.

one more spark
and it explodes.

You are surprised when it does.
Suffragettes 
Feminists
Women movements
#MeToo
 
I am proud to show my scars.

Is this war? yes. 

But I can't stop fighting.
You are the one still shooting. 



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