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A poem on how limited a women's voice is in my culture and how it is not in my interest to continue it. Thank you for reading :) x

heavy feet shall not do

mother says they talk more than they understand

mother says they talk more than they understand because they do not realise that i crave

mother says they talk more than they understand because they do not realise that i crave far more than the ground beneath me.

these feet have walked in blue

these feet have walked in blue and painted red, threadbare

these feet have walked in blue and painted red, threadbare to the bone.

these feet have walked in blue and painted red, threadbare to the bone. yet they still lay into the winter

these feet have walked in blue and painted red, threadbare to the bone. yet they still lay into the winter as if god lost the manual too soon.

mother says they spend their time wondering

mother says they spend their time wondering why i do not let my spine grow past its knots

mother says they spend their time wondering why i do not let my spine grow past its knots and i tell her, i do not borrow days

mother says they spend their time wondering why i do not let my spine grow past its knots and i tell her, i do not borrow days where there will be none.

this life will pull

this life will pull and twist,

this life will pull and twist, knock you to your knees in a heartbeat.

she knows this all too well, in these places,

she knows this all too well, in these places, when women tear the edges,

she knows this all too well, in these places, when women tear the edges, their tongues are cut out and scattered

she knows this all too well, in these places, when women tear the edges, their tongues are cut out and scattered into one of the seven seas.

i refuse to let the blood pool

i refuse to let the blood pool into the corners of my mouth,

i refuse to let the blood pool into the corners of my mouth, swallow it to make my outside

i refuse to let the blood pool into the corners of my mouth, swallow it to make my outside match the inside.

i refuse.

*** wrote this in response to the 'to be seen and not heard' custom for women that still exists in my culture. thank you for reading! xx

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