A Woman's Complaint
Aug. 29th, 2015 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grimrose_eilwynn"What shall I do? My man compares me
To a wild red flower.
When I have withered in his hands,
He will leave me."
- Aztec Native American poem
To a wild red flower.
When I have withered in his hands,
He will leave me."
- Aztec Native American poem
