Is it love or war
That broke me?
I feel as though a deep crack runs through my body
Separating my two atria
That pump pain around my body-
A crack that runs right through me
Through the centre of my spine,
A crack that is so long
It spans generations;
Generations of women who fought against the crack
But it was stronger, stronger it became,
As we have discovered
The glue that holds all of us together
All the different parts
Is weak
And the pain is a fire
That melts that glue
As though it were never there.
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