Asinine is the man who wishes to drown her in honey
Behold her in a farcicle golden dome
Chase her like she is the sheep and he the dog
Digging up the remnants of her shaken soul
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Eager to press her down like the crust in a pie plate
Flattening the pastry by pressing it under his thumb
Gracious is the woman who survives her burned edges
Holding full the fruit, bubbling warm
Inside her surprisingly sturdy shell
Juxtaposed between teeming and nonentity states
Killing herself to please them all
Loving and giving until every morsel is tasted
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More of her is always disposed through each harvest
Never succumbing to the harshness of winter
Only resting to ensure she provides her best
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Playing and praying are not only for children and church
Quieter in crowds of bawling babies and men, but far from silent
Rising and falling we hear her voice when she is stuck on repeat
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She does not learn her full strength in her younger days
Training for an infinite marathon of smiles and tears
Until a time comes when she can understand
Varied levels of pain, wisdom, strength and fear
Will, if allowed, lead her to times of joy and peace
Xenophobia and sexism become blurred or have passed
You can tell her a lie but, be warned, she may know
Zenith is patiently waiting and within her grasp.
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Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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