Roar

Young people are trying to live out a worldview that does not match their true nature, and it is tearing them apart with its pain and heartache.
--Nancy Pearcey, Love Thy Body

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My anger–raging estrogen
Of woman buried deep within
This man, offended once again–

Is loosed like lions to defend
A castle built on pronoun sand,
My pride parading to demand

A co-pay and the lion’s share
Of rights, insured affirming care
That makes my manhood disappear. 

O Doctor, castrate, cut some more;
Physician, heal me, I implore,
For I am woman, hear me roar.