The same as has plagued us since the spark of time
That women must submit all their desire
Unto their lord and master, make him sire
Of the fruit her body is blest to bear
But we hear the waves, the wind, the storm,
Are taught to silence our own voices ev'ry morn
And, rising to the sun as each day breaks
We, moonborn womxn, are forced to slake
Our thirsts on emptiness while claiming we sit to feast
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back