Liwat Rib

She refused to speak her name
and told others of the shame
she felt knowing I was akin to her
she recognize her as Terra Nullius
someone unclaimed
somewhere nestled between
unwanted and never needed
an easy mark for someone
who wished to dared to freatover
a chore for understanding
made into a myth by those
who sought convesment of her
Liawat Rib!
a musing joke often
might someone seek interest
to seem more adoring and maybe
even interesting
yet until then she'd
speak down he nose
and say Terra Nullius 
until she anwsered

She without a Master
Unclaimed by anyone
Terra Nullius
neither to be spoken of as claimed
an oboe might make her
sound more appealing
until then might the flutes of Change
sing her words
with sound
a music
type arrangment
triffled to began
and a chore to end.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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