Posted in Photography, Poetry

And furthermore


And furthermore
Im not so intimidated 
by your wild accusations
of leavening my bread
with words of dread

Im beautiful in all my imperfections
of wild nights of flurry
honing my feminine skill.

I refuse to be cancelled
corralled into new wineskins
that drunken my enemies
full of venom and hatred

All while I preen my peacock feathers
glistening in the sun
my perfume captures the essence of every women unsung.

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