I remember
a time
where
touching
them (men)
held all
its allure
in it being
a forbidden
fruit
when it
was the role
of all the
women (in
me and
before me)
to be seen
as coy, shy,
innocent.
I was not al-
lowed to feel
the vivacious
raw of my un-
becoming
lest it
threaten
their ‘sanc-
tity’
Fuck
(later I
will fuck)
their
sanctity.
The only
sanctity
they hold
is the
remnance
of what
they took
from me
(all the
me's)
when they
pillaged the
belly of the
holy
mother.
Not
knowing
that her
Godliness
is the tinder
that trans-
forms me
into a
phoenix
that will
no longer
wait for
the feast
to be laid
out (and
her name
called)
but will
just
eat.
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