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Contrast Dye Mary Magdalene, you were wronged. Your brown body And its lurching syntax were mistranslated; Your kiss has been misquoted. They remember you as a whore. They say your body arched on the bed, They say you breathed like your heart Was trying to give birth to its constant kick, They say your eyes lifted their hems so high They flashed white and naked. They say your damp hair curled like lit wicks. ..............They say you wanted Jesus. This is untrue. You were the woman possessed by seven demons. Your body arched on the bed, You breathed like your heart Was trying to give birth to its constant kick, Your eyes lifted their hems so high They flashed white and naked. Your damp hair curled like lit wicks. You wanted Jesus. ~ Can you blame them for this mistake? Your scream, When the seven demons were wrenched from you, Sounded so much like the scream Of a lost woman on a rocking bed, Who cried when she came Like a man had ripped the clothes off her voice.