I take leaves ¬†from my garden and fruits so sweet , I once cut an onion just to be honest with me, that there is pain in me, but I shaved back the thoughts that kept me and whispered my grandmothers words over the steam… “be a woman sweety, and you will learn this not by following me, but by being everything you were meant to be”, the leaves turned dark green and my ancestors bubbled in the boiling water and even more steam drifted up upon me, I squatted over truth and my insides creamed, I passed through the feeling of gathered lives within me and let my yoni be sweet and bitter and lovely…

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