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


By Christy M.

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