Poetry by M.Dels
…a seedling in the wind again
floating to an unknown ground
Sweet baby, you have not begun to understand the flame within.
Although there have been those who touch, there are few that were enough.
Most recoil from molten walls, but we will hear the phoenix calls.
All will raise their heads to see us fly above earth’s majesties.
And take our place amongst the stars as we blaze darkness near and far.
Now tell the girls what they can be if they embrace being free.
I’ve ran with some dope witches
rough women of cemented sin
that pathed the way to riches
for the generation after them.
Before you uplift the pretty
remember the women beneath
they are soiled, rooted and gritty
from chewing through death
with their teeth.
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