We are the Healers
Bent, burnt and bespoken
Believers
The Brave
Who refuse to be broken
We came from womb before womb
Emerged from the holy hearth
Onto this days Sacred Earth
For she who observes
Can have passion that burns
And act to create
A world where we don't obey
Men
No more will we reward meer mediocrity
With a grateful kiss
To be valued by smiles,
Dime-rated asses and high set tits.
We came from women
Worth more than ten cents
Gather, dear sisters
Restore the red tents
Gather
Maidens, Mothers, Crones
Let it be known
You can not erase women
Without erasing us all
Womb
Womben
Woman
Mother
Me
Humanity
Would fall.
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