Saturday, March 18, 2017

Poem #109 January 21, 2017 Woman’s March

Punching great grandmas’ womb
Still tied to Liberty’s by a navel cord
Sold us all
From the door of her guard
A sedated look
Snowed in in the midst of winter
Courageous of angels

With a very scurvy word
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