The purpose of human generation is full of confusion with rudderless ... The purpose of human generation is full of confusion with rudderless ...

A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother. A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother.

She brings you into this world Keeps you safe in her womb She brings you into this world Keeps you safe in her womb

Rise O God; if you exist... place me back in the womb, Let me rest there forever. But oh! Rise O God; if you exist... place me back in the womb, Let me rest there fore...

The hatred in those eyes, The bitter twisted skies... The hatred in those eyes, The bitter twisted skies...

The poem shows how painful it is to be a woman. The poem shows how painful it is to be a woman.