‘Womb of the State’ by Faye Alexandra Rose

Humanity is no longer human
when people dig out their souls with coat hangers.

Fearful of others with needles for hands
waiting to thread their bodies
to a backward piece of legislation.

Two lines on plastic equate to a cross,
righteousness woven with power like thorns in the skull.

Wombs are crime scenes wrapped in
yellow tape, for conceiving from brutality
and not from being raped.

Whilst stained white flags sway in limp hands - cursed tongues pray for their bodies to be cut free.

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Faye Alexandra Rose presents a compelling poem titled "Womb of the State," which serves as a powerful piece from her forthcoming poetry collection, 'Wild Women.' The poem delves into the dehumanization that occurs when individuals resort to desperate measures, using coat hangers to dig out their own souls. It explores the deep-rooted fear of others who hold power, symbolized by needles for hands, waiting to thread their bodies to regressive legislation.