Alcohol stains on my shirt
Another died before it's birth
I've become unwilling , unmoving
In my fight of being a women
Some say it happens
Some say your womb was stolen
I walk these streets with the blisters of my agony
Covering my feet
No one telling me which road is the road to healing
My body still perceives itself
As a womb bearing a fruit of new beginnings
What have I done
Is it my fault
Maybe I should stop drinking
Though my heart eases at the sounds of the feathers I plucked from my own fur
They are fighting, weeping and my daughter is singing
But with it all , my heart lays in my hands
As I wonder how the world would've molded you
If you had just kept living
Recently my mom experienced an ectopic pregnancy, I wish I could help her but I don't know how too