The ancient wisdom forgotten
Destroyed by power ill gotten
And only faces distorted by the pain and the torture
Cling fingertip grasping
Too bitter to live and too angry to die
Reliving memories of actions swept under the rug
Through HIStory
And through HERstory
The she who lives next door to you
The one in four
Who was divested of her innocence for the pleasure of a man
A moment to him is her lifetime of shame
Shamed into silence
To afraid to speak her truth for fear of judgment and rebuke
Instead of knowing her worth and claiming her sovereignty
She stares in the mirror robbed of her dignity
The ancient wisdom forgotten
Destroyed
By power ill gotten
About the Creator
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