- Vol. 03
- Chapter 12
Image by Werner Stuerenburg
We are one
Burst from the womb of me, set freemy 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.