I have a wound

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

I have a wound
From where the red blood flowed with clots that pained
Babies dead and nothing else remained
Yet I tried again and never knew
My interior a man might love to view
In childhood this place seemed so very small
Now it feels so huge, the size appalls
The envy of the plain, the vice of fools
This sacred space, a woman’s school
I have a wound

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I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation

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