Girls tilled the earth

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I wonder now

what happens when we grow over

the time we planned into an unknown future

you lost your baby fat, angular and drawn

pinched from the hunger of war

the masculinity of certain girls

who can carry off strong chins in their twenties

male inheritance flaming in visage

lends them the strength to become hard

for the sons who were not present

it was girls tilled the earth

scraping their legacies furrowed with dirt

to inherit freedom outside mystique

where judgement lay omnipresent

how the worth of plain faced women belies

the fire in their belly

I didn’t want it enough

to leave behind the soil and its

deep sonorous calm

because I grew content

for some that’s poison

but the fevered mind

lusts for silence

she will paint her room yellow

climb behind wallpaper

rather than survive nearly

in a room of grinding egos

some of us just want to watch morning dew

transform into steam and rise thermally

evaporating pinches of magic

staring into the silhouetted trees

nursing sorrow like a sudden cold snap

kills the large plants in the garden

despite their deep roots

and look there!

the young tree you planted only last fall

survives

 

Pull down the night

ffffComing sudden

over hill

scraped light

makes one last trill

before diminishing

beneath black rock

born from ire in

molten wrath

who so ever

dares stand up

to speak truth

will taste their lash

they who fear

forever burdened with ash

it is their weft to

make pillage of attempt

they would pull down the night

forever if it were a fabric

and not the entirety of the world

disguising sight