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I should have known

that I upset you with what I wove

of all the gods and goddesses

with their weaknesses

 

Weaving forever isn’t much fun

it’s tiring, boring, because everything is done.

This body of mine, round

and plump, travels without a sound

 

My body is as black as coal

everyone runs away from me as if I’m a scary doll

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By Christy M.

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