NEW in Windedrunk Sidewalk - "Flowers Are Worth More than Females" by Juliet Cook

Do you understand how it feels to grow
without a real mother?
To extend your own hair
to the point of hitting the bottom
of an unknown land

and then watch someone else climb up,
drag you down to their level
and expect you to treat them
like they've given you the ultimate reward
by informing you that you belong to them?

When will you belong to yourself?
For years, you have hidden the blood
against your own scalp,
but then he tells you to cut off your hair.
He thinks the choice is his

from the poem "Flowers are Worth More than Females", which appears in WINEDRUNK SIDEWALK: SHIPWRECKED IN TRUMPLAND today

HERE - http://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2018/03/day-four-hundred-and-fifteen.html

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