I wish I could write, but my energy My womb and energy Where all the energy comes from My womb, who I am My womb I’ve been trying to keep My choice and the choice to sit wherever I want I wish I could write, I can’t My fingers freeze my means Weep my days Haze the thoughts Evade My blood oscillates the damage From over Aeons Another time another life another me A girl whose name didn’t choose me Or the kid who’s the girl after All I wish I could write the pain Away from that day the days Try to mask face The man I could have Made happy killed The possibility of any Green leaf coming Out of the hollow Of me I’ve been hollow and the man has Been watching over the two left Legs After dinner is served The seed is his. He forces It unto Me And I’m forced to deny It but it can’t be written my Hands are cuffed over My head trying to form Words that won’t be inked my Mouth is shut and my womb will Follow the command Of a god who could only think of Virgins Sacrificed
Invoke the magnificence of a Lilith in you. Rub your blood in their walls. Resist them. I’m with all of you, sisters.
Love
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