Face up
Pink pussies
silent beneath my back
Men, I've known
thumbs up
line up
to watch the girl (I used to be)
heaving and bleeding
Face up
The woman born
hymen shorn
the pink ones, a tempest beneath
Wailing
I cannot tell
in what hell
we breath
Face down
smiling men
seen again
older in the end
refusing the truth
still aloof
Face up
waves of pink
mark the streets
raging all around
Stand up
Face up
Breathe
About the Creator
Julia
I don't know! I want to share my words. I haven't written in a very long time. I have been teaching others how. I want to explore and share my voice again.
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Powerful words! Thanks for sharing not only these words but all your wisdom over the years!