This one was just a weed,
with a lot of fertilizers,
in my empty womb
They took the weed out today
and in return
it ripped me with blood and pain
The pain that is rooted in my heart
stabbing so hard that
it will make it stop one day
And that day,
"I hope the exit is joyful and
I hope never to return."
In memory of Frida Kahlo ...
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