2008-08-11 - 4:42 p.m.

(One) Love

When will they admit
What I already know?
Begging the Fathers for the Truth
They cannot Create
Only Impregnate
And Abandon
Eating dirt
Every cell in my body screaming for my Mother
Innanna
Her name tattooed on my heart
Its beat the same as theirs
10,000 tribal drums echoing in unison
How ludicris
How unfair
I am tainted
I am a whore
I am unworthy of Knowledge
Yet I am born of the same blood
Mother-Blood
I am a Creatress
Something Holy
Begging the Fathers
for what is my Truth

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