𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ

I’m about to give 𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ.

To this Creation I’ve been incubating.

A woman knows.

I’ve been through this process before.

I am the (((⁂︎ portal ⁂︎))).

They can make you wait,

And you will agree, To not allow her in prematurely.

They won’t pin me down,

Speak over me like I don’t exist,

Stick needles in my back,

And paralyze my legs.

They won’t tell me to get off of all fours,

Mock me as they cut me open.

No.

This process is no longer barbaric.

This one is Divine.

When a Creation is ripe,

A woman knows.

I will return,

To the Light I AM.

And through me this Divine Creation

Will 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘.