Ive held a sun and the earth in my womb
Carried the stars and delivered them safely
Yet from cradle to tomb
It is not the good I do
provisions made
food on the plate
Making a way
Out of no way
Holding it down
Sticking around
Being present
Forsaking the benefits
For doubt, failure and shame
I swallow the blame
Hold on to my pain
Let my tears flood the pillowcase
Only to awake
And do it again
Much is required.
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