Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXCIX
From being encased by uterine fluid to the bright light of day one: Write a poem about being born.
Sharonda’s Birth
Float little drops, fast as you can.
Find a canal in this sexy woman.
For she will carry me and create me unknown.
She will honor me and brag until my gender is known.
Inside the softness, I will grow from a spot.
My body will form starting with my heart.
I will grow in her near organs and more.
I will feed on her through her umbilical cord.
I will float around kicking everything in sight.
I will push my way around until my cord gets tight.
I will stretch and play with my fingertips.
I will cry inside and way heavy on her hips.
I am almost seven pounds nine to ten months later.
I am being pushed out now by My Mother, My Creator.
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