Latest Post on Feminism and Religion: Elegy for An Old Life Gone

I married into your strange cadence
A drumbeat that never felt natural
All consuming was your intention
But I protected pieces of myself from your designs
And more pieces retrieved me
As you showed me your true colors..
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