If there’s anything left to say,
Just tell me slowly,
I’ll listen softly,
Breathing through pearls,
And singing rhymes,
Trying not to be too loud.
Soft interior,
Of hard exterior,
Raised not to be
Superior
Falls to the side again,
Like she never really mattered anyway,
Let her lie quietly,
Don’t wake her now she’s good,
We forgot to tell little girls
How to be superheroes,
Our little boys
Couldn’t cry,
We built machines instead,
I hope when my baby girl
Grows up she doesn’t know
How it feels to
Cry tears of shame
For the body I grew
In womb and milk I raised her,
My body fed hers,
We were halved from whole,
One inside the other
If she should weep
When she blooms into petals
Of bold, blood and breast,
Then I will cry too
For she is me
And I her.
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