Did I come into this world thru the womb of my mother the earth just so I could talk and write like everybody else?

from the Prize winning poem – UNBORN in the book Terra Affirmative.”Under the surface / her body is curled, / seed of the one race, / shell of the world. // She is thw waterfall,...

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of...

The Sacred Bombshell knows that her creative feminine energy is a catalyst. She remembers her womb wisdom.

A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother’s womb!

Life turns, and returns death. Where death digs its claws into the grave only to pull out life, as a baby from a womb; and the recycle of air, the recycle of struggles that never...

Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your...

Granted, not all uneducated women are prostitutes, and, not all prostitutes are uneducated. However, where building a family is employment, an uneducated woman’s womb is her diploma.

If you can’t go back to your mother’s womb, you’d better learn to be a good fighter.

Men marry for the womb. Women marry for their tummy.

Before your mother’s conception of you, God knew you; before His ‪consecration of you, He had up set your assignments right! You are not an accident!‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

You were formed inside a borrowed womb—a nourishing safe haven for months—then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your...

Until we begin to wipe off the bitter memories from womb of our mind, we’ll be living in the prison of embitterment

No one should ever die alone. Rejoin the love of the goddess who made you. No longer a man, no longer a human, you must go as only your essence back to She who made...

Trying to put a baby back in the womb is like trying to convert a butterfly into a caterpillar, but still I’ve got to try. That’s what being in love is all about.

Being in the womb was like taking a nine-month bath. I wanted to take a shower, but no matter how hard I kicked, or how loud I screamed, my mom wouldn’t listen.