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Naked Battlefield. {poetry}

On buses, languid women, two breasts exposed in sculpted perfection, whispering: they could be yours, while in a nearby cafe, a breastfeeding woman is refused service and sent away, because here, we want no gross motherhood on display.

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The Blood That Binds Us. {poetry}

I was contemplating the blood that binds us and our bodies, as I was witnessing the never-ending news of gang rapes, date rapes, war rapes and hate crimes against women. Rage. Violent attempt of possessing the female body. Blood spilled.

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