What Child Is This

What Child is This?

From the soul of her belly button

A million lives stringing forth

Globbing like jelly fish

Spewing ink

Fermenting oranges and blossoming bosoms,

Heads sprout up where others have been cut down

In a land much different than our own

Be kind to your mother since she is the only one you will ever have, trust not in your accomplishments but failure to make you go far

Rest not in self inflicted prisons

Design love upon a mat and lay it at their feet

For here is where every life will meet