Womb, Temple, or Tomb? My body is a temple I pray to saints that live among the ruins of my womb They tell me the creator wanted things this way They said my destiny is to break toxic cycles to make sure these family traumas die with me
In every family there is a chosen one whose womb is destined for greater things A misunderstood breaker of cycles A reinventor, a paver of new paths Ancestral traumas and toxic traditions All of them will die in their hands They will turn these things into clay They will use them create something new To breath life into those who lost it To awaken those who sleep among the living That is why people call them too much and beg them to stay small and fit into boxes Abundance like theirs can never be contained It must simply run its course for all of our sakes
Diana Medina Lambda Beta Chapter Fall 2001 IG: @offtheclocker Website: www.offtheclocker. 29
They say: you are the one we have chosen our village’s traumas and toxic traditions all of them die with you you are the cycle breaker the reinventor the paver of a new path the maker of word filled legacies you are destined to love souls to breath life into those who lost it those who sleep while going through the motions of life
Mi cuerpo es un templo Rezo a los santos que viven entre las ruinas de mi vientre Me dicen que asi queria Dios las cosas Dicen que mi destino es romper ciclos tóxicos para así asegurar que estos traumas familiares se mueren conmigo.
