Create for me
In your Constitution an article…
Which makes me a lady exactly there, where my city is.
Which will guarantee me all rights possible
So that the members of my tribe don’t lacerate my wounds!
Otherwise i won’t come back to you!
I won’t come back to be locked up
Against my will in my absence.
I won’t come back to be marked with the whip of the sinkholes
Or with tongues that only like chewing torture
I won’t return to you!
I won’t come back to dry my fountains from the source…
Rip up my lands.
Devour my hills,
Prevent my tongues from expressing themselves
or protect my punishment from the moss.
I won’t return
I won’t return
If you don’t create a whole article for me
In your constitution
I won’t return.. I won’t return to you!
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