Her Womb Is Empty Poem by belinda mrwebi

With just her smile, all things can come to a standstill.
With just one look in her eyes, their hearts can tell alluring stories fueled by their over active imagination.
When she glides across the room, it is impossible to miss her presence, course even without effort she makes people take that second look.
Her beauty is undeniable,

Though most women may envy the structure of her body and the sparkle in her eyes that compliments her beautiful skin tone, they have no desire to be her.
No desire to be an over glorified chandelier with no light in your soul.
For even though her body is a work of art, and she,
a personification of a sunrise in spring, she bears no fruits because her womb is empty.
She carries no seed
She carries no existence
And out of her could never be life.
For her womb is empty!

All that glitters and sparkles on outside is a facade to hide her polluted soul.
Her womb is barren to living words and her heart infertile to love.
And
In the purity of living water she flouts like oil for her soul carries now depth.
Her womb is empty!

I love and pity her.
For her beauty like dust it will soon fade and her eyes will soon tell the emptiness she carries each day.
Her womb is empty!
I envy and despise her
For she carries herself so well and fools a multitude with only a few to see her decomposed heart.
I smile and i cry for her
I smile because she can get away with it from time to time,
but i cry even more for her
For she will never know what it feels like to be a real women.
Her womb is empty!
By: Belinda Mrwebi.