my mother was a pica.
my grandma too was a pica.
my grandma too was a pica.
we are the daughters of pieros and our throat is red.
our bodies are made for singing.
our bodies are made for singing.
but we are damned to only snarl and cackle
since we foolishly played with the muses.
since we foolishly played with the muses.
we demand penance and follow this vengeful rage
with abusive clamor till repayment.
with abusive clamor till repayment.
