Being Female

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The stem of petals

arranged in hush—

a long, slender vase,

its form of curves and circles.

A life done in rose—

skin folds into flowers,

then cherry, then pit—

A silver tongue

tender to the womb

of all mankind—

the tower in the storm,

the muse unbowed.

Female.

Flower.

m.c.f.

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