Sometimes…drums talk to let the world know their soundsSometimes…bamboos cut to let bodies know they biteSometimes…rains flood…fires burn…airs killTo let the world know they can be mastersThat’s why I ask todayDon’t you know me?Now you want to know III am that vagina which fucked society…to birth my own freedom…making it feed on my breasts of […]
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