Moon marked and touched by sun

her  magic is unwritten
but when the sea turns back
it will leave her shape behind.
she seeks no favor
untouched by blood
unrelenting as the curse of love
permanent as her errors
or her pride
she does not mix
love with pity
nor hate with scorn
and if you would know her
look into the entrails of Uranus
where the restless oceans pound away

she does not dwell
within her birth nor her divinities
who am ageless and half-grown
and still seeking
my sisters
portray like evil daughters in cinderella
wear her inside their coiled cloths
as their mother did
mourns.

she have been woman
for a long time
beware of her smile
she is treacherous with old magic
and the noon's new fury
with all your wide futures
promised
she is a
woman
and she is not white.