Dedicated to Sylvia Plath
I am a woman
but I would rather be a tree
fixed to soil but resolute
to remain free.
My roots tremble with rage
'cause someone could crack
this perfect stage
set to obtain honour
and glee.
Nothing to do and
nothing to see
but land full of trees
and beautiful scenes.
I am a woman
but I would rather be a tree
who needs to be free
till the next injuries.
poem by Ipazia
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