When Stella Met Stanley

Pull me down from my pedestal

It’s cold up here alone

Strip me of my saintly ancestry

It’s too heavy, stifling, to be worn

Breathe life into my marbled joints

Let your sweat salt my flesh

Season my womanhood into full form

So I can become a stranger to my former self

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