I once gave birth to a baby in the dark ,
It was a premature baby tiny uniquely small .
She only breathed once I remark ,
The moment I saw her rib cage I knew she'd never crawl .
In her single breath I named her my innocence,
I watched innocence struggle to breathe around our umbilical cord.
For a second I was happy she won't see how a women's pain is limitless ,
I cried she had left all the childish glee unexplored.
We didn't relish the strangers passive whispers they would never lend a hand .
The women and her innocence is something that must always part .
All that shame all that guilt innocence could have never withstand.
A grown women's heart resembles so much like a pie chart .
One fifth one third
Well haven't you heard
She slept away her soul
She hides in her head like a meek little mole .
I buried innocence in my head in that hole and now I live life half whole .
But when you've been walking alone for too long you don't need to be told .
