poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
where should I turn my head to?the ground, the sun, the earth?the roots that made me?sometimes my own womb rejects me,but she is a Mighty guider,The Universal Mother who sought to see everything,Felt everything,she carried the pain within her,So when she bleeds every month,she bleeds not only to release egg,but to grieve the rejection of […]