If all of my innards are all wound up inside me
If I am a woman with no claim to dangling bits
How is it I am castrated?
What is there to take away?
Do I not already have the constant pangs of penis envy?
I am not male so the world is not mine
I am not white so I am not mine
I suppose I should be happy for my many given gifts
My many un-earned items
Every day I apologize
Every day I thank profusely
I sit and stay and beg for my meat