In honor of these women, today I write landai:
Sisters: they tell us we are not enough!
But they are forests chastising matchsticks.
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I loved him too much so he told me to go.
Now I laugh as he begs for a bite!
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I fear to go home because I fear I won't want to leave.
Or worse: never want to visit again.
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Zurima asked for love, then for fire, then water.
Now all she has is dust, rocks, and stars.
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I have seen death, danced with it, kissed.
I ask you: What now do I have to fear?
1 comment:
well turned ~
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