little baby daughter
swimming in the waters
of a dirty womb
gotta get out
gotta be free
but this life
was never meant to be
sometimes
things go wrong
it’s just how it is
innocence succumbed
like footprints in snow
one tiny
step at a time
little baby daughter
let me hold your hand
if only for a while
Categories: Poetry #2
Beautiful ā¤
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Question what do you mean by dirty womb? Ps. Not a crazy feminist just wondering what you mean by that.
I guess I meant that in the womb, the child never got to grow the way it should’ve. So the womb is seen in a cruel light. If that makes sense x
Aah interesting