Working with what the universe gives you is hard for one wrapped in a womans flesh.
For no matter what color our skin our lifes our paved with rules and regulations that say what we can attain in our own skins.
As if our backs do not bend enough in this world filled with striffle filled men.
Bent on trying to bend us to there words and wim.
Yet without the womb that they sanctioned they themselfs would not have lungs to breath in this world they deem there's to destroy...