This poem is about a prostitute sleeping rough with here legs open, unable to afford Tampax.
Philippines
Before the sunrise
You showed me yours
Where the money box hid,
Advertised before the paint’s dry.
Sleep dear, It the only heaven you’ve got.
Noble blood might be blue
And the laws of heaven differ from those on earth
And since the mind cannot be attributed to man but god
Whom he made all equal
Then it is by decree that all men must be given the same potential
To fulfil their masters wish,
Without the hindrance of earthly rule.
2009
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