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Confession<\/strong><\/p>\n You weren’t made with love. I gave it my all <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Katy Wareham Morris<\/strong> is a mother, wife, lecturer and feminist who is inspired by identity politics and gender studies. She is working closely with the recently founded Women\u2019s Equality Party, being the Birmingham Branch Leader.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Confession You weren’t made with love. After some kind of thunder, I took my chance to create you. Before, we’d duel, draw blood and then kiss the wounds. I knew he’d respond to primal intimacy: the love language I had kept silent for so long. Elective mute. I gave it my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12525","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12525","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12525"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12525\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13340,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12525\/revisions\/13340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12525"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12525"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12525"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAfter some kind of thunder,
\nI took my chance to create you.
\nBefore, we’d duel, draw blood
\nand then kiss the wounds.
\nI knew he’d respond
\nto primal intimacy:
\nthe love language I had
\nkept silent for so long.
\nElective mute.<\/p>\n
\nso your sister would not be alone
\nin the chaos I created.<\/p>\n