I try not to bare my heart
-What kind of poet are you, woman?
I am a poetess who bears a shield
Old that I am, all my children I've already birthed
Daily they perish by the hundreds and thousands
for want of good water and to satisfy greed
Try as I may not to bare my heart
I pave my verses with underspeak
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