Zika

We trace our fingers along continents
Outlining the borders of our wombs
In tears and ignorance
While our lips turn into buds
Which blossom into mini pouts that
Pucker in our rose-hued amniotic fluids
Though the ocean lives within us
We remain blind to the future and the
Words that bind weigh sovereign
On our minds and bodies
Waiting just waiting until we can learn
If these bodies are ours or if
Our lives are to be devoted to the
Choices we never could have made

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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