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. *