CRADLE OF THE WOMB
CRADLE OF THE WOMB
I am cradled within the womb.
Within the body of Wo-man from
a long line of African descendants.
Captured into a world never known
by their free spirits….slavery. But,
yet I am not here, I am in the Cradle
of the Womb.
The womb of a strong Black Wo-man
whose body has been touched
by a hint of onyx, an oval face,
hair that has been woven with
the texture of course and thickness.
She is unashamedly **** which
gives way to her full shapely and
milk filled breast, a round ample
butt, and child baring hips.
Her hands are cradling me, the beauty
of onyx within the Cradle of the Womb.
Emboding strengths never to be known to
Men, blessed to transform the pains of
childbirth into pure pleasure.
All give way to Wo-man…the one who
brings fourth Life of all for without
Wo-man there would be no me. Which
means there would be no we, think about it……….
I am cradled within the womb.
Within the body of Wo-man from
a long line of African descendants.
Captured into a world never known
by their free spirits….slavery. But,
yet I am not here, I am in the Cradle
of the Womb.
The womb of a strong Black Wo-man
whose body has been touched
by a hint of onyx, an oval face,
hair that has been woven with
the texture of course and thickness.
She is unashamedly **** which
gives way to her full shapely and
milk filled breast, a round ample
butt, and child baring hips.
Her hands are cradling me, the beauty
of onyx within the Cradle of the Womb.
Emboding strengths never to be known to
Men, blessed to transform the pains of
childbirth into pure pleasure.
All give way to Wo-man…the one who
brings fourth Life of all for without
Wo-man there would be no me. Which
means there would be no we, think about it……….
