Let Her Cook!
a poem
Let her cook! — spirit said Don’t let that bitch out of her head! Keep her sad! Make her cry! Snap her wings before she flies! it makes her strong — it makes her whole to live without that heart they stole beneath their boot, traipsing 'round bleeding out, pound by pound heartful knowings pour through time challenging her primate mind birthing something new within a burning will — an angel’s pen phoenix rising into grace no longer bound by time or space burning like the rising sun her freedom would scorch everyone
