It's a man's game. Whatever the game. Was a time
women could not compete because they were, after all
women. So they took athletic competition to a new
direction and started their own leagues, excelling and
surpassing expectations; not theirs, men's. Winning
plaudits and exuding pride women practised and made
perfect their skills. And then along came some men
who decided they were, after all, women who expected
to play in women's leagues, male hormones be damned.
Soon the game transwomen joined once again closed ranks.
Women must know their place and though games belong
to males, women own their bodies except when ranked
male players borrow that too in a custom known as rape.
The world is made for men permitting women their defined
role with men declaring that they own all the games.
Male clergy make divine rules forbidding women to shed
pregnancy for though theirs are the bodies the tenants they
may unwillingly carry not theirs to dispose of, but men's.
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