Keep them closed you say
They are put around…to agree or swallow
Let out a river…to beg
Opened wide…so you can take
Until you are the one pleased and in possession.
What if I choose
To put my lips around my words and shout my truths To cry the rivers of my ancestors, until the dam finally frees To open my legs, wide and wild…
Until I birth a world unlike yours
And all like mine.