walking wombs - brought to you by the letter W

Aug 18, 2008 - 19:50 PM PST

Walking wombs. Are women but walking wombs? We wait, we wait, we wait to be wooed. Our womb is our wealth, our womb is our worth. And our weakness : we wilt. We become worthless weeping willows/widows, waiting to be whirled outside this world. But we wanted only one thing, one wish, which was to be without worries - to be with.