☼Savage Daughters☼

We are our mother's savage daughters. The ones who run barefoot, Cursing sharp stones. We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice.

My mother's child dances in darkness. She sings heathen songs, By the light of the moon. And watches the stars and renames the planets, And dreams she can reach them, With a song and a broom.

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