It's a girl
“It's a girl!”
The female form, the rounded edges
that soothe and nurture
Shaped and created by gentle hands
to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm
Beast of burden
I was formed this way and
now I am bruised and soft
from the many blows life has landed upon me
As ages pass,we continue to strive
to be seen for who we truly are,
not just the labels fixed to our mandatory name badges: “GIRL”, “WEAK”, “EMOTIONAL”, "WIFE", " MOTHER"
We are all of these and so much more.
We are none of these and that's ok.
they forget about yesterday
when the world held our bond and sewed our lips
When our bodies were public domain... were or are?
Will they repeat injustices because they've forgotten?
The world watches us for signs of inadequacies
Do they ever dread the color red?
Or, worse, do they ever pray for it?
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