![]() Belly WisdomA Poem by The Blood Poetthe sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking for the empire of the soul. This empire built on solid ground made from only the rock of grounded wisdom and centered love. Each brick made with a truth that cannot break. A kingdom made of light. This truth this light cannot falter as former lands fell made of the fallacy that others made. No. Your kingdom will not fall under you but shelter you all through the night and beyond. © 2013 The Blood PoetReviews
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1 Review Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on June 15, 2013 Tags: poetry, anemia, illness, Canada, health, black poetry, African Canadian, African American, African, Africa, Black women Author![]() The Blood PoetVancouver, BC, CanadaAboutPublished poet, children's author and illustrator. I teach creative writing and art. Looking to meet other wondrous writing souls. more..Writing
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