You tuck your tummy
You wish it is flat
You neglect its wishes
All she wants is listen
And give her dire attention
Your belly
The seat of creation
Find the chakra of passion
Expanding to the universe so designed
Feed her with nurturance
It gives you butterflies
It constipates with unease
Ditch the girdle
The belly jeans
That which constricts its breath
Celebrate its roundedness
Walk and be proud as tall as a tree
Honor thy Womb.