soul a broken mirror...Mature

just a mess in my heart...i let my hatred rain...

       I want to be my soul...                                                                                                                             but this body tears me apart...

       I cry to the rapist who spits his lust upon my blood...

         I pray to the sun to lend me a sparkle of kundalini...

         I want to dream...

     But my wicked courage chained my subtle virginity to the grave of a prostitute...

         In my eyes you can see memories of sex I sacrificed for many men...

        Their tears of fire and venom taste like raw urine diluted with the sacred liquid of my vagina...           A woman should  admire love and family...not rape and prostitution...

          But I was reborn here...

          Therefore I am an orphan of many husbands...

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