
I was born
Blank slate
Touched by neither prophesy nor fateI was born
Budding traits
Balancing on point til they meet love or hateI was born
Curiosity great
Learned my sex should their minds prostrateI was born
Told to wait
Stay still, be quiet, one day someone chooses you as mateI was born
Killed as bait
Some women never get scared witless nor straightI was reborn
To illustrate
There’s life after trauma that minds titillateI was reborn
Myself dedicate
The right to survive and freedom to thrive reinstateI was reborn
Souls to elate
To love and pain vividly narrateI was reborn
©RedCat
Loving state
New creative and passionate adventures await
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Kerfe Roig A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/
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