Being New Born Poem by Dorsey Baker

Being New Born



Close to nakedness
She gives the dark demon
Exactly what he come for
Some wind some rain
Suffering and pain
Expose herself to the morbid elements
Of living earth
Of living sky
A woman of majestic beauty
She will always be
Stuff herself with the poison
Of being fully alive
It comes with the weather
It's something
She has learned to accept

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