The Shadow Matriarch



I am a woman with no age



A colour with no race



I can turn dark



I can turn light



But the darkness in me is pretty dark



The daylight in me is a small light



When the light shines bright, it burns me



I yell harder and louder in a rage of hope



Until the hope hurts



My head held high



Behind is the fire



The heat is burning me



To run is weakness, to stay is courage 



If I run, death will follow me



 Scars will be my forever 



 Scars will be my tattoos



Fancy on the skin but ugly inside



 Locked myself inside for an age



and no one knew I was there



When I finally opened the door



It smelt like hell inside



But hell could become a palace,



Cleaning, repainting



I took care of it, respected and loved it,



worked at it



Now I call it



My kingdom



I am a queen, my blood runs through you



The drop of my blood gives you life



Your brain formed in my womb  



And you are fed of my milk



 We carry the weight of new life



It lives out of us



and we live out of it



the future of the nation



You're the blood of my vein



Emerged from my darkness



Once a cave



Now a palace



Once a scar



Now my tattoo of glory

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