A VIEW OF FEMINISM: PLUMCOT
PLUMCOTS It is parentageThat engraves my names on the pillarIt was not the amount of caloriesNor was it the number of ribsLike Eve in the gardenIf the fruit had the supposed knowledge Then who knew firstsLike Adam, if his rib was takenThen where was the ribI felt I had more caloriesBecause I am more … Continue reading A VIEW OF FEMINISM: PLUMCOT
