Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

parent (Remove filter)

She Who Is Called A Monster

Her world once ran on her behalf, 

She freely enjoyed her stuff, 

Brushing the town so confidently, 

Proudly showing her beauty. 

 

Walking towards a long road, 

Her body broke, 

Pain spreading deep into her bones, 

Yet she holds on to hope. 

 

Inside her tiny little body, 

She carries majesty,

That's what is called a baby, 

A forerunner that will l...

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(5)

motherparentfamilypoem

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message