• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 12

We are one

Burst from the womb of me, set free
my breast, today I am woman
tomorrow man.

Wash away faded summer skin
mud will stain any naked foot
we all bleed red.

Hunger gnaws at every belly
beneath a gifted robe, eyes wide shut
hear only a cry with no colour.

One mouth, one nose, two eyes
one skin, one life.

Bricks will fall on painted hair
and all children draw patterns
in the dust.

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