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Resurrection
Your grace is of a dying breed
I stare into your smile and wish
I could steal your pain,
Supply your needs
To lose your right to motherhood
Before your 17th birthday
Defective mother,
If only your daughter knew
The tears you cried the night
you knew she’d never be born
The bathrooms lined with the burden
That your body couldn’t bear
Your heart seared with the daggers
That this cruel world throws at you
You died at their hands
And reborn an honorand
If only your mother knew
The light she gave you
would only burn brighter in your rarity
When god took your womb from you
Your resurrection lit in full bloom
I stare into your smile and wish
I could steal your pain,
Supply your needs
To lose your right to motherhood
Before your 17th birthday
Defective mother,
If only your daughter knew
The tears you cried the night
you knew she’d never be born
The bathrooms lined with the burden
That your body couldn’t bear
Your heart seared with the daggers
That this cruel world throws at you
You died at their hands
And reborn an honorand
If only your mother knew
The light she gave you
would only burn brighter in your rarity
When god took your womb from you
Your resurrection lit in full bloom
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