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 lead the world to where it is to be. 

 

Some call her a monster, 

But they don’t know, the loneliness growing within her. 

She was once just a girl, 

Until the world named her a mother. 

 

When she falls into the blue, 

Don’t ask why she doesn’t understand you. 

She may not even understand herself, 

Yet still, child, husband, home, she gave them life.