Tears of motherhood

I spit… Sitting down in helpless surrender My glorious plumage applundered I watch my captors, predators of all sorts I spit… Yes indeed I spit, not on your graves But upon your grave faces! Infidels With no respect for womanhood! I spit… O! They have taken my children Unripe as they are, with stumps for breasts Ready to initiate them into the cult of matrimony I spit… I can no longer hide my revulsion, girls Whose wombs have only shed bloody tears once Are sold to old men, who invade that novel hymen I spit… But now my spittle is mixed with tears, Who will ...