The stilettos that she fastens

Hit home quicker than assassins',

High-heeled hurt almost a given

In the world that women live in.

Yes, the hangman's noose expected

On men's neck should be rejected.

But the weapon hitmen stab with

Nothing she can catch a cab with,

(Should she, on the run from freak-outs,

  See the black and yellow peek out.)

Tool for foes of femme, and spider

Veins' creator, backbone-fighter,

Unsheathed shoe, should other cultures

Bear all blame for boy's club soldiers?

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Into this Dungeon - Into this Haven
Poem by Joseph Chambers // art by Thuy Ngo