The shape of a woman's heart

The shape of a woman's heart 

bear witness

for within its groves
ad mist her many alterations
alternations
contour speaks

with a voice
that moves
across the borderlines
across the centuries
of loss

unfolded
she
stolen from the first kiss
of gods

brought to earth
her feet
of glass
walk onwards
silently she marches

baring witness
to her silent mourning
her loss
unbearable

the fist
of oppression
bears down its meaty arm
upon her dreams

to speak
has been to die
a death of a thousand names

woman
of the planted seed
the sway of your hips
your downfall
for your meaning was lost
in the realms of men
brought
hungry
to her knees
sold
to greed

girl
is worn
proudly
adorned
in beauty
she is marked
from her sisters

held aloft
taken from
the cusp of truth
sold
to the god of beauty

sold
sold
sold
in bondage
a commodity

her lips learnt to lie
to twist truths
selling
empires
against her marble white skin

her flesh
becomes pornography
beauty thus has a name
as it shine from her eyes
his heart
her projected
whore

so thus she is goaded
loathed
seduced
owned
brought
sold
onto her knees

Yet
the bones of a woman
remain sacred

the shape of a woman's heart
is remembered

her truths cannot be extinquished
or silenced
for she rises
into the sunlit world

the shape of a womans heart
holds wisdom
in its arms

her stories
ready to be told