Analysis of All my phantom limbs

  To put your hands on me as a Woman ⅓ my size, you clearly
Have lost your mind!
  I'm standing here wearing dog tags & camouflage, so
  Toxic Feminity, if I fight dirty like you, is not your best ally.
  But since you keep reminding me that that kid is not my child,
  I have no choice but to salute, retreat, & say goodbye.
  Just know: If you really loved that child, you wouldn't have made that child---MY phantom limb for the rest of MY life.
   Women who use phantom limbs as human shields are either Poets or Demons.
    If you want to see which one you are---look at the kid crying right now & then go look in your mirror after midnight!
   What do you look like?