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swallowing swords and building fires

3/20/2017

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Countless women swallow Themselves whole 
Using swords to  Force their light down
 To the pit of their wombs
Praying to bear daughters 
To carry the torch  They consumed 

We are the daughters
born With swords in our right hands
To forge new paths
torches in the left 
To light the way
And blood boiling wild and hot
Coursing through our veins
We have been imprinted with flame

Our mothers were the martyrs 
They swallowed their light
But we still saw the glow in their cheeks
The slither of sunshine 
Breaking through their teeth 
Because of their sacrifice 
We were born of Fire and steel

Our swords incite fear 
But the true power is in our light 
And with it We can't be tamed 
We won't be bound
We are limitless 
And the world is scared 
Because  We possess magic
they struggle  to understand
so they use our swords to pierce our insides
Force our hands To turn in on themselves 
And We have learned to hide the flame
in our mouths keep them shut

But we will not self destruct 
Oh no 
It's time to  Pull the swords from our throats 
With mouths wide 
We will sing songs of defiance 
Using the light pouring out to 
Gaze upon the earth with new eyes
And we will dance
because there is fire shut up in our bones 
The embers hum to our battle song 

We are the daughters of women 
With fires in their bellies
Use your sword to carve their names 
We were born to set the town a blaze
So burn baby burn 
it is your destiny
​to engulf this world in flames

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Giant toy cars/ unfulfilled

2/6/2017

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I am only but 22
But I have experienced an emptiness akin 
To 44 year old men 
With giant toy cars
And life-sized barbies to squeeze them in

I too 
crushed this dry fruit
That had become my life 
Head thrust back mouth wide 
With squinted eyes
Drawing the illusion
That a drop of joy might fall and
Graze the tongue 
For I had forgotten it's taste
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invisible man

2/6/2017

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I find myself in your clothes
As if wearing your scent 
Feels nearly as good 
As you wearing me

There's fun in pretending 
Living in the spaces
You once occupied
is as close as I'll come
To the fabrication of what was  
Making homes out of the clothes you housed 
feels empty 
Even with me inside 
Cold 
Even with the warmth of its weight 

It always was
Cold
And
Empty
Loving you my invisible man
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