Momma !  Stop! Don’t do it!

Momma !  Stop! Don’t do it!

Her scream tore through the

fraying fabric of a life

already lived as a less than.

Evil rose up and the women

carried on, carrying on the devil’s work to

parody a full life given by God 

cut and sculpted by humanity.


Goodness arose and opposed the demon

of mutilating flesh

laws, enforced badly, scarred 

the mother’s destructiveness.

They turned on tiny babies.


The tender, soft cheeked 

mouth searching for sustenance,

too young to scream.

Now tears carving streaks 

on downy baby skin

as they cruelly carved away


her sexuality, and give her 

a life of pain. Curled in on herself,

seeking a protecting womb,

weeping tears that streamed down onto

a blood smeared mattress,

her mouth mewling for

a tiny form mutilated for life.


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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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