Daughterhood

The pure cleanliness of innocence,

Or the unclean marketplace desires?

To be friendly

or experienced?

 

Our sons come with the scope of power,

With the confidence of a multitude

fed on the milk of love

and grown in crocheted glimmer.

They will learn from a trick candle

How to live.

 

Our daughters?

They come with blood,

to give birth to thorns.