Post the Seventy-Sixth or Who Knows Best?

They thought

They had trounced me

Forced me

To relinquish

My secrets

Bent me

To their blood soaked

Will

They thought

That their dun colored

Machinations

Could subdue me

Their corrosive pigments

Reduce me

Their all-too-human desires

Consume me

But I am forever

Dreaming

Of days filled with rainbow

Sunlight

I am forever

Sowing

Acorns of chaos-ridden

Rebellion

I am forever

Threshing

The chaff of stupidity

From the wheat of sagacity

Those children that resist

Exist

In the marrow of my bones

Gathering hidden

In moist dark corners

Growing

When seasons shift

Regimes die

And Mother always

Knows best

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About witchymorgan

I'm a 22 year old womanist, sex positive, pansexual, polyamorous, queer, bruja, transwoman. Social justice activist by day, social justice activist by night. Fun! View all posts by witchymorgan

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