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?