I grew a baby while I had a baby, The voices became louder as my belly began to rise. “This will be hard” “This will be hard” “This will be hard” I had become ripe for comments by faces I would soon forget. People would talk of my hands being full, the divide (𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.) In the evening song I would sooth limbs inside and out, humming and swaying through the doubt. I met my baby when I had a baby, and I cried and loved and wondered if ‘they’ were right. But looking at them, look at each other was finding myself, even all these years later. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 It can be hard and just as you want it. The things they don’t say. About having a baby when you have a baby.
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