Everyday I swell for someone elseThis joy is not mine to spend or invest
They come with gifts. Food for my joy.
Everyday I bury myself under shame
This is what I do for life...I make more living things
So that my own can live.
Don't you dare judge me.
I don't sell my body. I give boons to those who seek them.
Year after year this body swells and drops like ocean waves
And I am as unattached as the waves. High tide, low tide.
These are only technical terms attached to the profession.
One day these boons will take everything I have
And there will be one less goddess on earth.
But don't worry you who comes to me
My sister, she lives a few villages away
Is in the boon-giving business too.
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