Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset: Soon a New Day Will Dawn by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

HALF A WOMAN

I walk with four wheels

Golf balls in my mouth

Can’t even put a sea-dress on my soul

Hands bent like old wood

Body wrenched in Cerebral Palsy

Is this a life sentence

Acquainted with the night for four millenniums

Stumbled through the desert

Lips burst open and bled

My angel wings cut

Couldn’t even carry a child in my womb

Screaming tears behind a smiling mask

Deep purple sadness painted my eyes

Love slipped away like water through my disconnected

fingers

How can a man see my summer-soul through

his eyes

Where’s my dwelling unicorn

For love is stippled deep in my heart as a myth

Why, oh why, must I be half a woman