Pressure

And this is how we are born/screaming/invisible scars covering our skin/scars left by the grasping/ravenous hands of others/our bodies littered with/gaping wounds/our souls pouring out/like rivers after rain/

And this is how we are born/with blood running down our thighs/our wombs are heavy/the shared weight of children/murdered at war/what is the value of life?/clawing and grasping/our mouths fill with dirt/muffling our screams/

And this is how we are born/with carbon-coated skin/and razor tongues/an evolution to carry us/through the days we spend/walking in cities built on blood/as we carry others on our backs/as we slowly drown/oh our aching bones/

And this is how we are born/suffering through eons/of fire and flame/as our broken bones heal/they heal stronger/turned to steal/our souls become diamonds/hardened/compressed to shine/a glittering light in the dark

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I do not know why you are upset.

Is this not what you wanted?

Or were you expecting to crush us into dust?