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.
