did not from the man i come
the rib to be exact
and when i die
you’ll lay me to rest
like broken asphalt
why is there only reverence
when in my place i stay
across this she world
from hut to home
but when i dare to steer
a clippership and wear that big hat
even my mother hits back
we cant free the goddesses
with the same keys
used to lock up their minds
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Here here – love this piece. Well said. Have a blessed weekend. Hugs 🤗 Joni
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like wise kind Joni xoxo and thank you for visiting
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My pleasure happy weekend my dear friend. 🎉🎶🎵🎉
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Deeply beautiful.
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thank you 🙂
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A pleasure.
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‘we cant free the goddesses
with the same keys
used to lock up their minds’
Completely agree with you.
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thank you friend much love strength and respect to you xo
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My pleasure always 🙂
xo to you too 🙂
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Amen. Wonderfully expressed. 🌷
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thank you friend 🙂
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Strong and lovely poem — as we should be, allowed to be, can be. Thank you.
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thank you Jane xo
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Wow! And amen! Love the closing statement. Indeed!
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thank you VJ, much love and positivity to you friend
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My pleasure!
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Love the lines “when i die / you’ll lay me to rest / like broken asphalt” Great work!
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thank you friend xo
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