Jarrod Dillon

The bulging belly tells a story
Her naked hand is a cause for shame
She is scared
And alone
Fornicators look at her
And laugh
Pointing
Three fingers point back
She thinks her only way out
Is to destroy the thing inside
Angels and demons struggle in her head
Fighting for life

She goes to church
Pro-life people shun her
They whisper:
"She is not married"

Against all odds she decided to tell her family
She is going to see this through
She encounters anger
What a little whore she is
God seems to not love her

She makes an appointment
Tears in her eyes she ascends
The stairs
Carrying the weight of her cross
The doctor will see you
Then behold
A miracle
A women dressed with the sun
Do not harm this child
Take comfort my daughter
I have been where you are
I have received their teasing
Do not listen to them
God himself has touched you

The bulging belly tells a story
Her naked hand proves how brave she really is.

Womb of the mother
In which resides the hope of the world
True paradigm of
Love
Joy
Sacrifice
Hope
Your bulging belly extends
Like the hand of God
Pushing
Stretching
Showing all of us the miracle of life.

Everything you do goes
To the child within you
You never act for yourself
Confident and
Strong
You are my hero
More powerful that any Hercules
More feminist, than any feminist
More important that any work
Do not listen to the world!
They find happiness in pleasure
But you find joy in giving
Yourself up
For another
The paradigm of
Christ
Your own belly button is highlighted
By your massive girth
Remember remember
You once experienced this thing called birth.