International Women’s : An Od


remember that
woman does not look
like an anatomy book
or
a spread in
playboy
or a womb with
no vacancy

woman is
simply
the childhood home
you will never forget
we each have our own
we need not
lock the door
there is nothing
to steal
if it is already
yours

the raw, the red, the raucous
woman, I love you
woman, I am you
woman, I need you

do not be fooled
into thinking
we will be silenced
do not be so naive
as to believe
that
broken speakers
cannot find
a different outlet

woman, the beginning
woman, the end
woman, all blood
is bled
from the center

do not forget
we all come
from the very same
place

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