Today’s prompt is to use an epigraph to start the poem. I need help with the title.

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“As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.” –Virginia Woolf

That you read my flesh all wrong
Does not make me a body of lies

You ignore my soft shape where blood and water
Make paint for rubs of primitive war upon cave walls

A generation drinks of me from leaves tender torn
Steeped in visceral heat that clouds what was clear

I leave a taste upon the tongue