To Be A Woman

Tears on our pillow.
Men, broken hearts.
Sex that means so much to us,
And nothing at all to them.
Getting pretty for “ourselves”
With an M.O.
We all have an M.O.
To be loved!
To be loved!
Oh T.O.M.!
Period!
Cramps,
Bleeding masacre all for the hopes
That one day,
We’ll push out his child…
Pushing through the day,
Struck with pain,
Pushing anyway.
Wanting to bear it all…
Nurture…
As the world waits
A silent hush
Waiting for our “hush”
Our touch
Our hands of mercy
And unconditional love…

Carmen xoxo

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