She
The shape of her mind cannot be revealed,
least Her words be mauled,
least those in authority;
they that live off the people
like venomous toads,
should ever see the freedom of Her thoughts.
She supports just one person at a time,
it’s enough,
for that person will teach Her mind.
It is then individuals are birthed,
consciousness deconstructed,
poetry blooms on every tongue.
The toads cannot silence Her,
their beliefs are their jails.
their works are suicide pills.
She will ignore them all
until ignorance fails -
as it surely will.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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