A Wounded Woman's Song Poem by Long Tooth
A Wounded Woman's Song
To Hell with your God, the whole province of men,
You've hurt me; You've hurt Me; He's Hurt Me Again!
Your fault I feel lonely! My pain's NOT your pain!
"I yield" is not possible, that is Your sin!
The world's black and white to you, but that's not true,
Your fault every war that starts; death's what you do!
You serve a harsh master, know nothing of Love,
How can I feel safe with you, blood shrinks your glove!
Who cares if we've souls or not; WHAT'S there to praise?
Survival's just accident, fitness I damn!
For women and children are trash to I AM!
And Hell is right here on Earth, province of days!
Long Tooth
December 28,2017
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5/6/2024 2:28:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Anger is very thought provoking. We shall avoid anger. This can turn life into. This is an amazing poem that expresses pain...10