Feminist poem

A feminine predicament

while giving birth

to sadness, fear and empathy

the female turned down a chance to prosper

she didn’t sign

she didn’t copyright

she didn’t remember to record

or to witness

while small faces suckled at her soul

the feminine being

continued to garden her love

now, what has she got?

a small planet

with well-fed predicaments

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