Deep inside a woman’s womb
There is life being brought to life
The rhythm of nature
The rhythm of creating a masterpiece
The power being held in someone’s hands
Releasing tiny seeds that wait patiently
Each egg whisper of life yet to be
Beautiful and floreshing bump yet to be
Cries, cries, pains pains, yet beautiful power being hold
A channel of life and death at ease
Through pain and joy, through birth’s great art
A patiently wait, and enduring role
Women’s reproductive system
Sounds like a gift
Sounds like a song
It carries the future, both fragile and strong
Women having a testament of grace
Be well honored
The cycle
The care
The beauty in creation that women bear
A miracle of bone and flesh
A story of life, to be forever known.
This poem is called “The Honor of Being a Woman”. This poem is based on a woman’s reproductive system of how for 9 months there is a life being created inside our wombs, no one knows the cries and pains women go through inorder to bring another life to this earth. The cycle that women have to go through in order to raise the future, and the power that every woman has in their hands because of the ability they have in order to bring another little human to planet earth. The ability that every women was born to have to choose what they do with their body, and some choosing to bring someone else to life, and still managing to teach them the good and bad of what to do or not to do is what surprises me, that no matter the pain and hardships women have to go through, they have even brought multiple babies to life and done a great job in teaching them the right ways.
