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My Womb Opened Up (Poem)


My Womb Opened Up
Dorothea Manley
2/4/2014
Giving
Dorothea Manley
Copyright 2014

My womb opened up and ... there... you .... were
A dream that came from my body and had a life all of its own
They measured you and weighed you according to Apgar and not God
But you were determined to be more than a number on a scale
And look at you now, my womb and I are prouder than peacocks with fanned feathers and necks held high
You are the epitome of the life that connected inside of me in a moment of love and pleasure and ...destiny
Look at you now, my womb and I are proud of what we birthed and unearthed
Be whole in this journey and know that you have a womb too
So live and bring forth life that will aspire, inspire, bring forth fruit
My womb and I are tired and there will be no more baby showers here
oh no
But what we have created will live on into eternity because it is a reproduction of God himself
oh yes
I look at my dream and my heart bursts with confettied praise and joy and loud acclamations of acceptance
For what we brought forth was not birthed from rejection
oh no
My womb and I embraced you and in the fullness of purpose brought you forth
Dream on my little dreamer and be in agreement with your womb

That life is meant to be reproduced and can only replicate the image of the Living God
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