appendages shredded, nothing
bookmarks life better, than scars, flesh
crescendos up my spine, and into
doors and windows, winter settles
enduring one bleak day at a time
faltering at fragile moments,
gathering around acrid dumpsters
hungry, like starving insides
invoking courage, as I scour for food
just something, for the babies today
knowingly I succumb to my fears, steal
luck, left me bruised, a defiled loser
meals are more than dinner table debates
no, they are necessary for a mother to
own her assigned duties, and feel worthy
perhaps, next time the world is born, list
quest for survival as expectations under the
role portrait of a man, not prove manhood by
shoving shards into my womb, my ominous ribs
tsunami like remains of my esteem, now pledge
unlimited milk, honey and oats to feed the
voices of a million hands that shape context
wrongly scaled back, silenced by a loud trance
xtracting every circumstance, every vicious tear
yearning fulfilled, ceremoniously placed again
zealously into temples of force, betrothed
to survival, and sacred spaces
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