S/he sat within the womb of social custom
fearful of making a move lest s/he tumble
into unknown realms.
Grateful when social custom allowed
revolt against social custom
sensing wild free-flowing freedom
while remaining within the womb,
the womb of social custom.
Who dares to leap into life,
naked babe wielding sword and rose?
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the good thing about a womb is that it's not full forever. Every child is born. Naima
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