Bleeding and birthing
The heritage afforded me
By the one who chose
To utilize their birthright
And bestow life upon me.
As only one with a uterus could
Though I'm thankful
I'll see myself disinherited
For I aspire to achieve
A legacy of one who is lost.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
