WO

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We could be undeniably woke

Carnal in our energy 

Speak in metaphors describing the meat in our implied cannibalistic nature

We can slice pomegranates like persephone herself 

Use fig tree analogies

Till our dying bell breath

We can crave the poison nature of baby’s breath

Claw out our wombs

Hold our bloody hands to the sky

And shout “this is us”

But only in the sense of our minds

We can channel in our Lux

Name four- on the twenty-sixth day god took the fifth sister

She had a taste of a second chance 

It was bitter she spat out the seeds

And couldn’t live without her sisterhood

A five days in a working week

Gloria in Excelsis

God rested on the seventh

Joan heard God and she became a warrior

Men hear God and we become submissive 

But we will cling to our ribbons and bows 

Fire they can’t take away what it means to have the W-O before MAN