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a celebration of a true howled existence.
Under a new moon's
crimson umbra
I howl my existence known
Now, in this time
These proclamated days
They. Are. Ours. To. Claim.
I mark them—
In penetrating permanence
with this organic spiritual right
Mine and hers,
such strength
of cradled life
in every burst
Weary of stigmas past
Once,
just women
of wicked hearted
to bloom in full illumination
of known truth
Spilling forth
So joyous proud,
of a belly's incarnation
to hearts that beat in flow
Times of searing pain
in an unbreakable
a newly discovered well
My so-called sinful pride swells
Purposeful in it's tatters
as confetti of misconception
s c a t t e r s
Riding upon winds
of yesterday's promise
to bask,
finally found
in today.
This day.
In celebration,
letting go
of a
darkened past
Dancing,
full of ample rosey
and scented
in all
that is womanhood
A beautiful bountiful
bloodied
reminder
O' how she does mightily roar!
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