Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
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.

— The End —