A poem inspired by Frances Haugen’s testimony
We want you to join
the contented herd -
grazing our chaff,
eating our feed.
We know that you feel
discontented, girl,
You want to fit into
whatever will please.
Don’t worry -
We’ll flatter your thighs,
your lips, your tits,
your sighs.
Down, down
to your dendrites,
we’re pruning your wires…