volcanic explosions
thunderous emotions
tornado devotions
it is all a commotion
for what hurts us and makes us bleed
is a negative planted seed
It becomes the pain stimulations
triggered in every other, next situation
it sips on the walls, on the skin and the souls
it feeds on the minds the spirits, it is cold
it is never content until it feeds and it threads
thirsty for flesh and hunger for trends
Its’ eternal damnation
becomes first hand contemplation
as it gathers the right
to lack stillness and light
for if we have the right to be angry
we have the right to be hungry
to revenge and condemn
to lack peace and relent
to the negative motion
that is not a sweet devotion
what is there left to live
when we are unable to forgive?
what shall we expect to do
when life has gone and there is no more food?
we sit, we think, we forgive
we pray, we sleep, we sing
we write, we stand and look our our brother and sister
we look at our mother and daughter
we look at our son or our father and
and realize life is meant to be lived
the anger within
has not power in me
for anger is madness
it is a constant state of sadness
has no room for gladness
So forgive, forget, forgo and simply know
to stand in peace is to move forward and create change
to remain in madness is to circle, destroy and remain in the same
it’s ethereal isolation
The Grind 
VICTORY UNDER LONE VOICE ACTION –
(VULVA) Kath Mazzella
They tell me my lump was nothing
So just go home and do something
Worry I do worry I might.
Doesn’t anyone know I’m in a fright?
My mother and sister had their breast removed
I had to have my lump approved
1000’s of women have them they say
Just go home and have some play
Through my anguish and insistence
It was removed in an instance
Slash, slash, slash
It was cut until it was mash
Sorry it was cancer,
You will no longer be a dancer
Slash, slash, slash
They want to take some more
And you will feel very poor
Oh how my heart did ache!
How much more could I take
My sacred soul had gone
Just how much longer can I go on?
A flicker in my heart, said I’m not ready to part
Alone I sit. Alone I stand
I had to try and understand
A look inside my hidden self
Helped to put me back on the shelf
I dropped everything if anyone would call
Not considering myself at all
I forgot to give myself some love
As I look at the sky above
Just like a chicken coming out of its shell
I feel myself doing well
Nothing is going to hold me down
As I search around the town
How could this happen to me
I am here to make sure it doesn’t happen to thee
Women have to stand up and unite
For we will no longer be pushed out of sight
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indeed, beautiful.
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