smell of futile sweat
surges of androgenic blood
blossomed lily sweating more
anorgasmic frustration
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I was sent to purify you but you got rid of me as I was filth you never held me in your arms neither did I suckled upon your breast Rachel Ann Butler
Poetry and pathos at theIr climax and shaMe on THE society for female feticide. CP
what do i write on this sad-realistic- reflection of a woman's life within the barbed fence of survival!
A deep scar always hidden within the woman, never forgetting in thought what she has made invisible. Really potent thoughts, about a sad situation in our society. Absolutely intense poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn