I know whiskey when I smell it
Down the hall and through the corridors
The chosen scent of patriarchy
Accept it or the doors are barred
You laugh when I say it’s a boy’s club
But you don’t live each day to count
The number like you in the classroom
The number like you who dropped out
When will we stand together
When will we find we are strong
Stronger than these fools in power
Outnumbering a rotten throng
Learned Words 
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