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last night
i sat down
and had a conversation

the only clock i have ever had…
as a woman
is the one

in this placet
hey are hiding a woman
under a thick black veil

i have been taught
since childhood to be a lady
to be gentle with words

in (un)loving memory
the members of my body
my eyes, who does the crying

let us hug them
in the broad day light
invite them to a church revival

i follow these women
who have used their voices to
question culture

this door do not have a lock
you can walk in
and make yourself a home

lover was the one who first poured
honey into your mouth
lover left you and went

my type of feminism is like my mother’s
she greets my father every evening
half way at the door