I Thank you God for creating me from rib
For making me
Carrier of the pregnancy,
For nine months I was heavy
Splitting and worried,
For some days I slept of hunger
Tired of the daily house chores
I Thank you God for creating me
Mother and Salt of the World
For I am the bread and tea at night
Soft morsel on bed
For I cuddle my husband till dawn,
I am pleased of my gender
For the wealthy and poor wants me
Potentates and Freeborn
Want me to reside in their heart,
With the larger size of my boobs
And my fleshy halves
I lurch the lad.
I Thank you God for my skin
For I bask the shivering heart
With love,
For I quench the dying soul
With eternal happiness,
For I give sight to the myopic.
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