My Aunt was recently describing to me the reaction several of her Ugandan friends had when they were able to attend a UN meeting regarding women’s issues. They had returned stunned saying, "Does the west really think all we care about is that we can be free to marry other women if we discover ourselves to be lesbian? Do they not know that we are still publicly shamed when we leave an abuse spouse. That our little girls are constantly subjected to the possibility of physical and sexual abuse. Do they care that our daughters are being sold into prostitution?"
So this is my ode to how the western world seems determine to fight battles, but rarely chooses a worthy opponent.
Sing to the Glory of Cannabis
Drink to the beauty of love
While we will raise our guns to the heavens
Still glistening with our dead families blood
March naked and painted for freedom
To do whatever the hell that you want
I’ll quietly hide in the grasses
Perhaps they will find me too gaunt
Tell those close-minded bastards to shut it
Enough with that obsolete lore
Though perhaps we’ll still pray if we’re able
To find strength to drop down to the floor
The old, they don’t know what now matters
From the youth our salvation will come
Though perhaps if disease didn’t steal them
Our households could be adult-run
Fight for the things you know matters
For you are the enlightened ones
We’ll just remain hidden in shadows
And run from the death when it comes
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