1/30/21

I buried myself under the dirt
stitching my wounds with the sound of the earth
God wrote a poem onto my soul
when I am born, where will it go?
tunnel my way out of this makeshift womb
connect to the divinity they sealed in the tomb

when Jesus died so too did his wife
now women are doomed in all of their lives
because 12 angry men with 12 angry hearts
couldn’t connect their minds to the stars
that Mary had woven and webbed in her hair
now 2000 years later women’s heads remain bare