And her words crossed the bridges of mayhem
biting those that protest
her victory makes her thump her chest
may her daughter outshine her own blood & flesh
the one she chose to keep within
the one she hid from this barbaric world
only so she could mother the abandoned
who would breathe rings of fire
for your newborns to leap through
you dare call them an orphan Sir
you dare pray for them
Instead call her a witch as she cursed God
who trembled at her sight
a witch a man chose to leave
for he wanted his own “blood & flesh”
who would only grow to be like their father
a timid follower of the holy texts
of the blindfolded God
of what the books read
and the bridges echoed the words she said
and scrolls wrote in permanent ink
“blood & flesh are what fools seek
the wise look for their soul in another”
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