My lips have gone dry
doing what they love to do in the streets.
I wish I could shout to you my feelings
the way I shout against tuition increases
or against extrajudicial killings.
I cannot sing you a chant,
I cannot moan anymore. Forgive me.
In silence, I am offering you
my nakedness, goddess in this room.
Look at me as I show you how weak I am.
Look at me as I strip off the remaining
fabrics covering the collapsing male-dominance.
Let my quivering finger slice
that familiar scar
that conceals your stream of sweetness.
You taught me to be humble.
Now here, I kneel before you.
I wail in silence as I face
your most sacred spot.
Here, and now, bless me
as I call for justice, as I plead for love,
as I speak in trembling tongues.
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