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to the mothers the midwives the leaders and the believers

by steeltulips

do not confuse rage for emotion our EmoTions are in check as we calculate and devise a plan to proverbially and literally peal your hands off our cunts do not confuse a women's tears for fragility, for her tears are full of pain and anger and the future, that does not need to include you you were not considered in the plans of the matriarch, not out of hate but simply because you are unimportant do not confuse her hips for beauty, those hips are waterways to life that you have no right to even lay your weak eyes open you cannot make the calls do not confuse losing to being lost losing lives losing songs and voices and laughter and our bodies and POWER does not mean that this ocean of strong woMYN are lost We have always been found and we will too, overcome the darkness in you.
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Jan 27, 2017
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