Sorceress,
you’ve been silenced for resilience earned,
feminine power scorned, chilled, carved
into marmoreal heritage—broom intact—
washed linen sullied by the stench
of rotting petroglyphs hidden in wadis;
you’ve been silenced for resilience earned,
feminine power scorned, chilled, carved
into marmoreal heritage—broom intact—
washed linen sullied by the stench
of rotting petroglyphs hidden in wadis;
roots gnarled into dusty marble,
dull as the dugong your mariner ancestors [...]
dull as the dugong your mariner ancestors [...]
Or from her piece "Voice":
Cloaked in
peacock-purple, back erect against a canopied-life,
cadaverous shade shelters
your mute, limp braids and white-gloved hands,
[...]
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