Mary Mary

'..a dark red blotch.'
That's the way I know you best..

Oh Mary,
Oh Mary,
It takes time to adjust.
Never shun your originality.
You were no virgin, but a timeless whore.
So dirty, so beautiful.
Unashamed,
your skin 
bore the colour of crimson and white.
Blood 
covered your hands in that pale night of moon.
The night that you died was the night that you bloomed.

'A curse, or a gift to be alive?,' you whispered.
'A curse, or a gift to be a woman?'

Now I sing for 'dem roots
and I sing for the pain of all women,
and I would gladly recount it to heal our scars,
but I shall never hide them,
I shall never hide that which is truly ours.