Fade
I feel like goddess,
each time we made love
I felt like whore,
each time the eyes groped me
Womb is power.
I created Universe.
Mother said, you're fragile
when bearing your son
I know,
because "he chose to go"
Copyright © Shahnaz Islam | Year Posted 2022
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