Brought forth by sin.
Born of my mothers womb,
dressed in fine lace,
who know this had all started so soon.

Some day,
I'll bear one too.
Through pain and blood,
I'll create one just like you.

Like crushed pomegranate
blood seeps down my legs.
I was a girl when it happened
I was pure, sweet like sugar
but I drew an ant.

His hands, they carry sins of disgrace
but once they touched my flesh,
The burden was mine to carry.

My silks of white were stained with red
like small seeds of pomegranate had bled
That day I thought I'd rather die
than feel like I've been burned alive