Saturday 3 March 2018

Why is the Shame All Mine?

My body. My womb.
My blood.
Yet you rule that the Shame's all mine.

My body. My breasts.
My child.
Yet you say that the Shame's all mine.

My body. My curves.
My pain.
Yet you decree that the Shame's all mine.

Your eyes. Your gaze.
Your thoughts.
Why then, is the Shame still mine?




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