The Girl

A new world was unfolding within her womb
a womb heavy with female-ness
the tugging and pulling of this girl-child, this female body meant warfare
in the safety of this mother’s womb was a girl-child ignorant of the world outside of her safe haven
a place where love allows her to dance, kick, move and be free as she may be
a place where she is not shackled or broken down by the boundaries of life or society

A new world was unfolding within her womb
the feeling of her daughter tossing and turning, turning and tossing
but like other bodies declared as female, she will have to learn how to fight
she will have to evoke a change, a revolution, a movement
she will be told that her female-ness is a weak-ness/less than her male-counterpart
a fighter, she must fight and strive in the path of love even when death and destruction is all around her

A new world was unfolding within her womb
like a record-player spinning a record endlessly , but unlike the record that plays and plays,
her daughter is going to be a child-soldier as soon as she leaves from her mother’s belly
she will be forced into pink, told she is a princess and taught that she should be protected because she is a gem that needs protection from damage

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