Jun 4, 2021
living dirt
I await the worms
digging and growing under my skin
Their decayed whispers I’ve heard as a child
Voices of death
No higher power they say
I am oppression, genocide, patriarchy
Flowing blood in the streets
I am God, they say
You are nothing but worms in the dirt, I reply
They borrow deeper
#internal monologue#internal mysoginy#internal oppression#I think about the void like despair#that I have to fight when it comes to injustice#How internal the battle is#not just those around us#but US#how we have to fight the very ground work of our principles#the rules that were taught#that devalued us from the very beginning#poetry#poem#justice for all#saphicoreos
