No, I am not undermining you lady precious. Only trying to figure out how many facets of you there are and how you managed to create heaven with each one of it. Remind yourself where you have started and where you have crawled to reach. I can read that story you haven’t uttered. Let the world know too. Comment if you like my way of conveying your “poetry”.
My mother .. another homemaker
Cried with joy
When she was informed
I was inside her
The ladies around
Made it sound
The load she carried
Will bad luck surround.
For her face glew
And let eyes lit
Sweating around
Yet calling herself fit
The symptoms evident
That I will arrive
My mother knew
I will live less and more survive
I am the gender they warn you about
They don't read poetry, they only shout.
Parents amazed, damned the world aside
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