You were formed inside a borrowed womb-a nourishing safe haven for months-then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.
THE NAKED HEART
From womb to tomb,
There came and went –
Poor or rich,
You will die with
All the wealth you harvest
In the living,
Will go to others when you are dead.
But the true test of a lion of God –
Is to keep giving with your own hands,
Before you rest in your final bed.
Her womb’s delight
My living light
I breathe my name
Being her child
From the poem ‘Mother
Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.
Granted, not all uneducated women are prostitutes, and, not all prostitutes are uneducated. However, where building a family is employment, an uneducated woman’s womb is her diploma.