The Unveiling
I was told
My tears were crock tears.
Injured wounds
Bled and cried inside
Still I heard:
You and I are free
Held by three:
You, me, spirit
Who is it?
Gender fabulous
Gender blind
Hurting womankind?
Cast a smile
No crowd a frowning
Clear your mind
Hold firm to winnings
Take fresh breaths
Take no hostages
That last breath
Will be of courage
Murderers
Called out by The Source
Serves one Force-
Redeeming our lives.
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