I desire to feel my belly swell
preparing another life
protruding promises of a perplexing nature
a plethora of predecessors piling from my womb
Let me be a creator of Strength and all the divine in the form of bright eyed chocolate children of my design
Offspring that will teach us about ourselves no matter our impurities

To Hell with the beings that tell me when I am ready to birth Change
Beauty shall tumble from me with Pride following too
Poise and Good Nature writhing in my body
Never will I be a mother of Contamination
Never will I produce Arrogance and Disaster
My children
Our children  
My joy
Our joy
All holding the key to the world