The Day She Was Born

The day she was born

Naked and tiny

Frail and feeble

From the womb of a mother young

Drenched in blood

As it served her only covering

Cries of departure from the cord that was snipped

Neither could she bear the brightness of light

Nor could she smell the aroma of her genesis

Craving to be fed from the source of the giver

How could she decode that she's born a woman?