• Michaela

Virgin Whore Dichotomy

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

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