the red sand beneath my feet feels close to stone
the canyons spread like her legs giving birth
a majesty formed over eons of rushing rivers carving with the swirling wind
oh mother your beauty absolutely astounds
how could anyone assume god is a man
as lost as i am i can always find myself again within her bosom
the great flood came from her tears for the women raped / murdered / stolen / caged / and bred
the red is stained with the blood of wet nurses who learned to make medicine
does this raw feeling in my throat come from the screaming of my mother's grandmother's grandmother?
is it nature to ruin everything that brings life?
is it nurture to kill your niece?
how can the father who groped his own daughter truly believe he was made in the image of god?
the bitterness in my throat is from bile that builds with every generation of xx oppression
feel my fists banging against the walls of hysteria asylum
tearing at the padding of glass and cotton
stripped of dignity and name
it's all in my head
rivers flow directly into dams built to flood everything divine
