I am birthing this poem.
Conceived in love and deliberation
Premeditation played its part.
As I contract with the pen
I anticipate the labor pains
Emancipate words from my reins. . .
Poetic birthday and liberation all in one day
I want to deliver this poem loudly.
Here it comes screaming into this world.
1 comment:
I love the metaphor here...
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