Submissions by callmemamac

Pangs of birth, Midas’ daughters

golden aquatic apes eating my flesh

as I love them

These are my gifts to the world as I know it

(no state lines, religion, confinement, distortion)

with freedom of heart spirit mind

knowledge not lacking wisdom

beauty in their own minds

confidence in their own souls

Oh, female children of my womb,

do be fresh and innocent for a while,

for I am sure that the only pain which I cannot bear is your own pain.

I prepare myself to hear that sound

and the sharp pain is unbearable in my ribcage

The tears are hot and cold, the same

This is freedom unrequested unwelcome

You are silent invisible

Beauty in the darkness drives me to sing cry live

a lie

there is no soothing no comfort no touch

no reaching out

Unbalance embraces my guts and I am a fool for you.