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Poetry

Danica the Pornographer

 

She of the blue-black hair cascading down yellow skin.

O cursed river, back of sinew
scent of spice and herbs.

O sacred woman.
twist of red lip, twinkle of intelligent eye

Woman, they want to paint you dark,
paint you victim.

Woman, they want to bury you in dirt & hide your bones

But they can’t take the magic from you.
You have always been hero. You have always been gold.

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