Battered …Still Undefeated

To wear your love…
Thorns that crown my head
and glide your ring…
A noose around my neck
To bear your seed…
A burden in my womb
To carve your name…
A curse upon my tomb.
To share your faith
But demonize your God
And quench this thirst
That I have long begot.
Raze your mosque, erase your creed
Profane the doctrine you’ve been taught;
Quench my need, and feed my greed
Let all spoil, crumble and rot.
Ruthless?  Perhaps…
But lest you forgot:
Slain hearts continue to throb, thrash and taunt.

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