Will what is inside me
Ever break free?

How long will sorrow gestate,
Grow bigger, stronger within me?
My breasts leak poison
Ready to sustain and nourish
The misery.

Wake up little monster!
Be born!

I am a fertile field where
Seeds of sadness have been sown
I am furrowed and rutted
I am endless rows of narrow ditches
This is my soul,
A field of thorns.

What man will make a crown of me?

One drop for me fell
From the wound that darkened the sky
Only one drop for me to bathe in.

I am washed,
Oh, I am washed.

Who am I, woman with no husband?
I leak the blood of the sinner.
Do I taste of copper and smell like death?
The demons are real
They are parasites
They feed on our fears,
Defecating our souls.
The angels are the ones
With the swords,
Hacking us to bits
To kill what is killing us.

Lest all shall perish.

Where are the women who went
Wailing to their deaths?
Why did their lives not pay the price
Of eternal life?
Women make our men
Who make our gods.
Women know their origins.

We are not dreams of murder
We are the mothers of the dreamers.