Traitor of the Womb

Don’t ever speak to me about respect for womb holders

While not sparing breath

For the power held by these women

With no accountability, once the womb is vacant

Mothers hold the key to all first homes

Guardians of the gates of life

Meant to care for us like fragile seashells

Sheltering us from weathering of all types

Holding us close to hear soothing waves of comfort

What of the failures of possessors of the womb

Life producing beings with more pain

Than love

To pass along amongst offspring

Rewriting narratives where home equates to safety

A young boy of the womb wonders

How tall must his shame be

Before bumping heads on the

The ceiling of your love, womb protector

Womb protector, do you hear him

Begging you for home again

And again

You betray him with deception

Soulless, you let him worship you with nothing given in return

A false god amongst many

Home is where the heart is

You hold the heart and won't return it, womb warrior

So searching for a home by the kin you have abandoned

Has become a ship searching for land

In the onyx hues of night

He, they emerge in a blaze of self-realization

Phoenix movements

Rising from the ashes left by

Smoldering memories of your indiscretions

Arms wide open, they no longer need your

Definition of home, womb traitor

They created home within the fire burning in their own hearts

I guess home is where the heart is

Heart just never lived within you

Womb traitor