THE
DELIVERY
Nothing delivered.
No compliment.
No words of joy.
Nothing was sent.
Nothing on paper.
No words by pen.
No envelopes
Carried by men.
No touching phrase.
No poetry.
No thought of how...
How it would be.
I am but woman,
A woman created,
Open to life
For that I am hated.
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