Pure… Impure.
Just illusions society taught us.
Mother Nature never sorts her creations ,
she holds a dying body and a newborn in the same arms.
She shapes a man and a woman in the same quiet womb.
She touches fresh skin and funeral ash with the same gentle hands.
She loves white, brown, and black with equal warmth.
She offers a nun and a prost!tute
the same quiet grace,
for nature never learned
the meanings of “holy” or “sinful.”
Maybe Nature never made “pure” or “impure”…
We painted those lies on her truth.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
Pure… Impure.
Just illusions society taught us.
Mother Nature never sorts her creations ,
she holds a dying body and a newborn in the same arms.
She shapes a man and a woman in the same quiet womb.
She touches fresh skin and funeral ash with the same gentle hands.
She loves white, brown, and black with equal warmth.
She offers a nun and a prost!tute
the same quiet grace,
for nature never learned
the meanings of “holy” or “sinful.”
Maybe Nature never made “pure” or “impure”…
We painted those lies on her truth.
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