Breath like music Conjuring with a glaze of her eye Rage is gentle enough To destroy all ill intentions Seasoning her food with Salt grains plucked from galaxies Putting her foot in it Hips and ankles too She be Earth's muse Society's dessert Standing up strong After pregnant bellies Buried in the dirt With slashed wounds On her back blood, bone and dirt exposed Standing stronger After being exposed as the world's Most hated and adored commodity Standing stronger After feeding black, brown, white, yellow From her breast No rest Aching nipple Drinking river water She keep going Standing Stronger Even when weak wins the round She making plans To get back up with her chest pressed again the ground Shapeshifting and gripping Trees with her bare hands To power up Memories sprinkled in the dust By Any Means Necessary
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