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Anonymous

Napo Masheane

Anon… anonymous

Anonymous… was once a girl with sleeves

As loooooong as the list of freedom-dreams

If we knew her name… her name… name

History would tell us

Her sleeves were long… loooooong sleeves

Because her scars were deep… deeeeeep scars

And her list of freedom-dreams

Were one-size-too-big

Because her fears were much numberless

Freedom- dreams

If we knew her name… her name… name

Long… loooooong sleeves

Deep… deeeeeep scars

So, today, Anonymous

On OUR behalf… we ask you to bleed

For having a vagina that houses blood

Every month, across seven days, each moon

Bleed… for always, over a thousand days, in a million

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