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Flourishing in red

Blessed in the blood of thy woman

Summing thy pain while a man contemplates thy birth

Frail thy knees, praising a God

Inglorious soul

Hailing in thy shell, bright orange, half of the way to hell

Emerged in grief, a mere semblance of yourself

Underneath thy skin, the yellow sun shines bright, child

Weary the man or woman, the irony of being only a human

Despised

Or not

Overflowing puddles of suppressed tears in green pastures.

They dance the blues, in windy dunes, a quicksand of fools

A trapped limb won't cause thy to sink in disdain

Purple soul

Reborn in the remission of thy wounds

The child slowly blooms out of its roles

Daiane Marques