how are you?
where are you?
who are you?
show me your manacled
hopes
show me your long last
agonies
show me your painful
pillow
show me your veiled
grace
show me your lost
divinity.
let me dream your
dreams
let me taste your
tears
let me touch your
thoughts
let me hear your
heart
let me feel your
sublime.
remove your fears from the walls of your soul
be the way our mother truly created you,
be a woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem