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"Be my undoing"
She screamed, raising her fruit of the womb
As she held it high,
She cursed her choice
To have let this come
As eyebrows raised
Of instagram mothers
And arm chair activists
Shallow, always begging for attention
They cursed her words
They hardly knew her
Yet they took it upon themselves
To be judge and jury
Unlike her, they don't know hunger
Unlike her, they have never spent a night
Drenched, in misery, without a roof
As she leaned over the cliff
Holding the new born
She let herself to the mercy of the rocks
The rocks now stained red
Bear witness to her own reasons
The others are busy influencing
Living their life
In shallow existence.