A frog croaks in my nightmare;

I killed one just yesterday.

A murder justified by a single word: learn.

A poor imitation of Sims,

A drop of the pain of Anarcha,

Of Betsey, and Lucy.

At least these are frogs that I use to learn,

Not people the law once allowed us to burn.

I wish I was there to lessen the cruelty,

But a woman is ignored, even royalty.

Pain was a woman's alone to bear,

With plenty of suffering left to share.

Compassion tells us to keep it inside,

While society forces the living to hide,

All for the sake of a white man's legacy;

A chapter in a book, or a Nobel Prize.

Knowledge is thorough in a world where they thrived—

Where frogs and women had similar rights.