Despair Vent
Where are all the women
the moon-eyed lionesses,
the stampeding herds of udders, vulvas, and horns
that tears the earth and trampled the serpents and scorpions?
Where are the mother bears that rip the ruby bark from the bodies of predators?
Where are all the women
ready to drown bad men in their menses?
Where are the Valkyrie
spears held high
iron breasts as bright as the sun-lit frost of Valhalla?
Where are the daughters of Shango,
that sharpen the double axe to take the life of the two faced thief?
Where is that rage that moves mountains
reshapes the world with fire?
Where are the women that are the waves of the weepless sea that pickles the eyes of arrogant men
and feeds the reef with their flesh?
Where are our warriors?
Where are our demons?
Where are our humans that are not too good to save the world?
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