Women
Drowned.
Burned.
Because of their power,
incredible force the world was afraid of.
A tribe of one rib,
one breast.
With a scream planted in their mouth by God.
For the pain cannot be left untold.
If you open your wings
for the wind we blow into them,
do not close your ears to
the words it carries.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2017
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