Please say it, with your whole chest, with your flat eyes.
You flinch from me again and again, you wish me better because better is smaller, you wish me healed because healed is quieter, but baby, healed might be loud.
Watch me come roaring back to life bigger than you ever wished me to be.
I’m sorry that I’m not comfortable, I know we come from a family of flattened women, of subservient people, of obedience.
When they taught me to fear only God, honey, and then I found out that they didn’t know him, oh, how the tables have turned.
I’m coming back like Moses for the people. I’m coming back with a dark rage against the Baals the likes of which you have never seen. I’m coming back for my first children, the children of my mother, I’m coming back for blood, Diablo can’t have them, drag me to hell first, he’ll have to take me there to keep y’all, because I already lived under his whip and I’ll die before I lay back down. Tear me to pieces standing, the rage I’ve got was build by the blood of saints and by the sharpness built when you tell a little girl she’s going to die, they poured me hot and sharp like Damascus steel and I’m back to cut out your fucking heart. Eat me up.
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