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my womanhood is a steep, steady climb
the patriarchy rubs its gleeful hands awaiting my demise
I wonder if my raging womb — might just oblige this time
erupting callously, searing through my insides
bloodshed, walls fall — war-torn for days
like dynamite exploding me into balls of flames
how much can one woman take?
*waits*
internal chaos — is the order of these days
like a prisoner of war — I resign to my fate
the only way out — is to crawl/walk through this bloody hell
keep breathing and moving towards another horizon
where the light ahead dwells,
suddenly I remember, whether it’s February or an Autumn day in September
I was born in a hurricane
there’s sunshine and rain inside my DNA
and Phoenix — is my one and only middle name
