By | 1 November 2019

I have always been her
I am not lost
No blackened hour
can nullify the dawn
that broke, a thousand suns, inside me
I have not bowed
or if I did
It was mere gratitude
a surrender of arms;
a peaceful offering.
I have never woken
to doubt that it will be
only to doubt my deserving
which we, women,
learn to unlearn

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