Her lips hiss truth, not like a sword, like a serpent A still small voice as big as the sea Her hips carry suffering, not like a cross, like a cradle The infinite weight of the world bears She Her breasts nourish nations, not with meat, but with milk At our cry, raining down in a flood Her thighs part the shadows, not by force, but freewill Wisdom gained by experience and blood Her hair blankets brokenness, not a cast, but a quilt She wraps in consuming fire Her hands dropping stars, to come rescue and save, Lift her children […]
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