Keep them closed you say 

My lips 

My tears 

My legs 


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.

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