If I were a priest, I’d pray to the gods For they seem only to listen to men Who banter and applaud Cheap nudity. Manly gusto. Tore up labia. Bloodied justice. I lament! I lament- Birth. Caste. Boobs. Country I am – In mercy from wedding makers In anguish from son seekers In between dicks … Continue reading Nirmala !
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