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Patriarchal Squeeze

  1. Rainbows on my shoulders as I’m cut down at my knees.
  2. Every door I enter I find locked with guarded keys.
  3. Each time my mouth opens, it is stung by swarming bees.
  4. Every bridge I’ve builded is engulfed by flaming breeze.
  5. Heartbeats shattered slowly in a patriarchal squeeze.
  6. Lungs are ever gasping as each breath the robots seize.
  7. Warmth inside me snuffed out by a suffocating freeze.
  8. I’m once again collapsing as again my spirit flees.

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By Kim Siever

Kim Siever is an independent queer journalist based in Lethbridge, Alberta. He writes daily news articles, focusing on politics and labour.

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