Samara’s Womanifesto
spirit on a journey to discover and then recognize the colors of my eyes,
contours of my face, and texture of my smile before my parents were
conceived. i breathe progress into seeds, light lanterns upon leaves,
bargain with the breeze...here to bleed puddles into oceans salted with our
sweat where we will birth communities with every moon.....
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