My Uterus Rule The World

My uterus rules the world A treasure chest, that holds priceless diamonds and pearls Worth selling everything you own Just to get a few gems of your own God given, girls and boys Conceived in pain or joy To valuable to flippantly destroy Why should we toy Play oh so coy, with God For whom we just robbed Of a beloved child He only needed your uterus, for but a short while To knit together a precious child But the rulers of the uterus scowl And say, "I choose not to rule this day" I guess 9 months, was to much to ask To birth a jewel Another apple of The Lord's eye That shed a tear and bide good bye To future kings and queens, never seen But chosen to rule, beside their other siblings Those who were blessed to be living But I thank God, for being so forgiving Of those who rule the world, with their uterus And not their hearts I no longer rule the world with my uterus, Mommy Dearest "Behold the virgin shall become pregnant and give birth to a Son, and they shall call His name Emmanuel-which, when translated means, God with us." Matthew 1:23 "For these things I weep, my eyes overflow with tears, because a comforter one who could refresh and restore my soul, is far from me. My children are desolate and perishing, for the enemy has prevailed." Lamentation 1:16