How can you be a woman and know nothing of the feminine divine?
How can you be a mother and not know your roots?
Do not forget your feet women.
Do not forget your wombs.
The mother wakes from her dreamless sleep.
An infant stirs in a barren womb.
A woman wakes.
Bullshit she screams.
Bullshit. You have been feeding me lies.
Endless stories of accomplishments that bring nothing
but poverty to the very soul I am made of.
You the lairs of old, lay down your weapons.
For what I have will shake the earth with its might.
Honesty. My only power.
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