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From waters she bloomed

I feel deeply
As women do
For we are
The flower
Learning
How to bloom
Sprouting
Our roots
By one
Splitting our
Buds with
The sun
Spilling into seas
Of who
We’re meant to be
For parts of us weep
Just to love
Our bodies of water
that sink deep

From waters she bloomed

I feel deeply
As women do
For we are
The flower
Learning
How to bloom
Sprouting
Our roots
By one
Splitting our
Buds with
The sun
Spilling into seas
Of who
We’re meant to be
For parts of us weep
Just to love
Our bodies of water
that sink deep

Sumaya Ali  18, Kent

 
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