by Anna Grace Jacobs | Mar 28, 2019 | Poetry
Is blowing tonightIn my solar plexusFor a fierce blastOrange furnacedHas come my way.I no longer shrinkFrom the agony of heatWhich could burnMy female tendernessTo a shrivel of dust.NONow I am firm of feetStrong of wombLoud of voiceOpen of heartMother earth supports...
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