Daughter, beloved
stardust
I see your
sleepy eyes,
I know you’re
tired of acting ladylike.
I shamed you
to sit and speak like ladies do,
I taught you
to wear a dress
To conceal,
your soon to be feminine figure,
Nasty and
erotic.
I taught you
how to compete.
I taught you
to turn green, to snarl and hiss
I taught you
how to sharpen your teeth.
When you beat
me, I cried tears of vengeance and rage.
When I beat
others, you cheered my name,
I cried tears
of happiness.
You,
everything I fought to love
You,
everything I fought to hate.
It’s shame vs
jealousy and it should be a thrilling fight
Yet, these
scars I cannot hide –
Where are the
scars, where are the scars
Where the
fuck are the scars!
Here is my
wound,
Lips oozing
and bloody.
Do you wince,
Does the pit
of your stomach twist?
To know the
scar of the womb
To know the
plight of motherhood,
To know the
disease of femininity.
To know
survivors,
To know
warriors.
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