I am so many women in one I have many stories to tell A history of suppressed conversations, expressions and observations With a deadly tongue I speak all their truths I speak all their love languages They live in me I take their many forms Wear their crown of thorns With tears of blood Waterfalls of pain Mourning their lost dreams Dancing in their truths Chanting their beliefs Learning from their scattered leaves.

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