trying

no woman

but I’ve carried children

infant dreams, youthful potential

reckless if I sleep, potent

going on my fifth sleepless night

because everything I create with my hands

I’ve seen with my third eye

everything I love, I was loved by

in my own mind

I’ve been let down, and I’ve been scarred

but blood is just a sign that I’m human

still beating, still breathing

still writing words that keep the world believing

in itself

and each other

don’t call me your mother

but I’ll never turn down a child, fatherless

yet protector of everything I hold dear

ride or die but they can never say

I didn’t try

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