Every Girl Should Have a Poem Written for Them (32)

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How do you call yourself
My sister, my priestess
Who pressed into my palm
This cold rough stone
To be made hot by the blood of my flesh
Smooth by the oil of my skin
Heavy with the weight of my mind
Then broken—

How do you call yourself
My sister
My priestess
You, warrior
When your shoulders are stone
Grown heavy
Beneath the weight
Of the broken?

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