seedlings of my mind
through generations
where growth has no gender
forces reflections of my very being
with questions left to time
and answers to cling
amidst what is to be
And not be
wretched hearts stays still
nodding to virile men
building walls over mountains
Sad
the years cried in all disparity
hoping the rains would someday
hear the smell of the soil
Real
In flesh
spawning change where nor you or I
shall bear the heaviness of the lost
now then ever
so when the moon arrives
I shall find my way back
Into the wombs
That fed me life
But this time to breath again
fearless on my tongue
freedom in my bones
Just here
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