He’s going to have children with another woman because I can’t have them anymore
Wildflowers bloom in my stomach lining, my aorta, my cranial devices, my medulla oblongata, my womb
There’s a starry-starry night in my ovaries
Oh, they have never seen nor felt the light of day
No children have I
No man by my side
Only an army
Angels in front
Angels behind
And the infinite potential of
The mind
I teach millions of children
about the nature of the medicinal properties of plants
How to heal and knit and sew propaganda to the instruments of change
Dear Gaza, the world will never forget your dead
Dead children
Dead women
Dead men
I will always love that river
The ebb and flow of that river
To the sea
Watch me chase the cloud like a horse
Call upon the birds to feast on shrapnel
To protect the children’s eyes
To protect their liberty.
