Anshin B. Hope Kelly T.M. M.W.
Guide to Childbirth and Beyond through Transformative Meditations
AniBea Poetry: My Girls
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AniBea Poetry: My Girls

"My Girls," a Poem by Anshin B Kelly

Stopped feeding our babies why?

Don't you know our girls

Are the fountain of life?

We girls had an ancient pride

That the nations thrived

Because our girls

Dripped the milk of life

Being woman more than a star

The mothers of man is who we are

Jolie, teaching our girls to gut themselves

Prevention? More like attention!

Preserving life is where it's at,

Harming life just welcomes disease

Nurturing life empowers and frees

Sterile this life is not

Hope eternal when the womb runs hot

My Girls make a stand 

The woman's body a Sacred Land

It's all in the plan

Our potential as numerous 

As grains of sand

My girls sense the truth

Cuz my girls are precious youth

Why are we tempted to raise 

Our daughters, beholden to the male gaze?

We let our girls dry up

And let them feed our babies

That bottled stuff

Inside out hearts dried up

Became blind to our 

Self-destruction; 

Our girls denied their sacred function,

More interested in a rich man's luncheon

Than protecting the lives of our future

In our children

My girls rise up

Reclaim your birthright

Take care of the girls

And they'll give you sight

Girl stop, you're not a man

Your body is your temple

As well as your friend

She has a message for you

To unmask your pain

Cutting the girls, 

there's nothing to gain,

Instead of knifing you

They got you to knife yourself

And smear the blame on someone else

That rainbow won't save you

It's the rainbow after the storm

After the forty days are through

That is true

The easy way out bears a hefty price

The girls severed to appear woke and nice

When what you really are is so objected

GODDESS resurrected

Pussy needs no filling

Just Hell bent on healing

Growing back my girls

Resurrecting this world

No one's ever gonna hurt my girls

Never gonna hurt me girls.