I am pregnant
As in my world
Ready to give birth
To hopes to dreams to the
The future of my lil black boy and lil black girl
My soul is impregnated with rhythm
Rhythm of the wind beneath midnight skies
Round with the sound of mothers singing lullabies
My world is expecting
Ready to burst free with loose melodies of how I, 
how we came to be 
And I stand welcoming, beckoning, 
and praying wide-eyed so that I may see 
what the world has for me
My life is pregnant
Pregnant with the blues
Pregnant with joy 
Pregnant with a husbandman and 2 babies that need shoes and food
My situations are impregnated
My thoughts are elated 
My expectations elevated
My desire for the world to accept me, as I am seemingly devastated
Nevertheless, 
My desires are still pregnant
Giving birth to the literary world
Words that flow clean and smooth from a dark skinned girl
Bringing forth unacceptable exceptions and so churns her world
I am pregnant with possibilities impossible with wonderfuls wonderful
And with beauties beautiful and I gave birth to the wind
And now my life is new and now I begin