Her clothes soaks in a sea of sweat,
her skin wet, brown and muddy,
as though floating in a Lake with debris.
Notorious in her screams
and dangerous in her gaze
Making her the worst villain of the neighborhood
been greatly antagonistic to Manhood
as agony and frustration befell her,
comparative to experiencing a difficult means of Livelihood.
Medication may be an immediate remedy
but will not stop her hatred towards the brotherhood.
In difficulty, she curses and swears,
her sexuality, been the target and victim.
Increase severity of her present situation,
makes her casualty to moral decadence
and deterring her ability to be sane.
Her thinking faculty, substituted with rage,
and naughty questions flooding her mind
like the spring as she wondered
why Humanity is propagated through such pain
The Balloon of Life gone so flaccid,
her pains, like the infiltrating effect of an Acid.
Just one last push to proceed,
knowing fully well, she will succeed
and finally, the glorious result of a seed.
She has been in a Barren Land so dry,
the feeling of darkness, she is ready to fry
the transition to light, she gives a try
which becomes accomplished with a Newborn's cry.