The Day She Was Born
The Day She Was Born
The day she was born
Naked and tiny
Frail and feeble
From the womb of a mother young
Drenched in blood
As it served her only covering
Cries of departure from the cord that was snipped
Neither could she bear the brightness of light
Nor could she smell the aroma of her genesis
Craving to be fed from the source of the giver
How could she decode that she's born a woman?