because many times i’ve felt that same claustrophobic feeling
between these walls of womanhood crashing down against me
i know that fleeting moment when life and death pull up chairs at your tea party
one has the sugar and one has the spoon
i’ve been there, deciding on whether to stay or leave my mark scribbled on
steamy mirrors
i ain’t mad at you for leaving
sometimes leaving is the best thing to do

especially when
life wasn’t ready for you
& i wasn’t ready for you.



...i like it, but i dont think its appropriate for a baby's tongue to touch your uterus...or you know, whatever you said...that doesnt sit well in me for some reason...but i LOVE absolutely...LOVE the rest of the poem....