forth thy stains lung hiya
Goddess forbid the stain on her knickers A trace of milk from an unborn womb trickling Down her tiger striped thighs, clashing thunder. Woman, don’t tame them. Let no man lame you any less supernatural For enduring the unholy pains of creation Hostess, forgive the stains on your knickers Brown, white, red, and yellow; Caused you discomfort yet fueled Your rage towards the world that choked Your femininity as a debt for living. Sister won’t forget the stain on her knickers For there is blood beyond those walls Of countless voices from glossed lips Tainted cheeks, curves and curled Her army fires with roses and thorns, Blinds the ill-sighted gender and reintroduces them. Mother, rise a forest with thou bush Nourish the hills that bring forth life; A trace of glass from a fertile womb trickling Down her tiger striped thighs, bless the clashing thunder. Man, don’t tame us.
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Tinta 2020
