Poem# 84 -Womb
let the man be like the cities
that the lord overthrew,
without pity.
Let him hear a cry in the
morning, and an alarm
at noon,
because he did not kill
me in the womb.
So my mother would
have been my grave,
and her womb forever great.
Why did I come out
from the womb to see toil
and sorrow, and spend
my days in shame.
-Abigail Francisco
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Abigail Francisco
I've made a poetry book at age fifteen and I'm planning on publishing it. I'm starting another poetry book and I'm going to publish this one after I publish the first one. I've fallen in love with poetry. And I want to become a great writer when I grow up. I need all the support I can get. I hope you guys enjoy all my poems.
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