The core of my existence
Is dependent on endurance
My soft bones, scout for
The ribs which is dividend of my being
The suppleness of my skin
Without Adam's warmth
Is prey to cold, so the snake offered help
An opening to see the leaves as coverings.
A being with complexity I am
With no stand for conclusion of complacency
A river of tears at the back of my socket
A defense tactics of my core
Motherhood is my title
Reproduction is my niche
This I enjoy as humanity increases its purpose
Call me a mother, for many heads roam.
In a world of gloom and pores
I bring covering in times of cold
Heat in times of shivers
And reasons in times of confusions.
FEMINITY, the source of beings.
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FEMINITY
PoetryA poem about embracing what makes us women because we are the core of existence. For my friend @ingrid edem
