In Utero

i'm not going to hurt you.

In Utero

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I was born with cracked lips
and an innocent tongue
somewhere In Utero

but somewhere
In Utero
I bled
before my first breath
was held as a crime against me

miles of parchment skin
gushed with ink

as I became holy in my imperfections

In Utero
we learn every child is born an innocent
until I was born with snakes and serpents
deep within flesh and bone

swallow me on my childish tongue
embrace me as I’m swallowed whole
rock me in your elbows gently
I am a child, sweet innocent-
I have not been proven guilty

mother hold me in your arms
kiss me as you cry softly
I am still your child
I am yet to be born guilty

sister soften your anger into satin
I am not the one you should hate

sister offer your soft, sisterly protection
I beg, even if I’m born a man

family please adorn me
your verdict reached me

but father lower your hand
I hope you understand

I am still
In Utero

I cannot speak & I am harmless

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IN UTERO - IN UTERO - IN UTERO - IN UTERO - IN UTERO - IN UTERO

I WAS NOT GUILTY

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