A crouch, a pain,
the peak of femininity-bloom.
What is the peak of femininity?
Fulfillment - of a new life;
but where is the self-fulfillment?
The pain is blue, and the pain is forming,
The consummation is in its whole;
consummation is overlaying, safekeeping.
And society is supportive, and by the same token it is oppressive.
What is your right of existence without that fulfillment?
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