You were the first door I pushed through
The first fight I won
The womb pushed me from you after I grew into myself
But even though I am now woman
I still want my hands to be like yours
They have changed lately
The skin is softer
I noticed right away and the way your arms changed shape while your hair grew in pale
like a flu
At your temple
But your eyes have become more and more brilliant
The way you talk about the soil
And the gifts it gives you after you soften in like meat
Tapping at its skin
Together I think the soil and you have an understanding
You both birth color
This is where the fields come from
The flowers inside me
The want to create like you do
To pull something from the earth
Like you pulled me from yourself
I want to be beautiful after all this work you gave me with your hands
__the least I could do
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Thank you so much for taking the time to say a lil sumthin! Im so grateful that you even read my words and I hope they inspire and draw you closer to Jesus!