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Womb Prose: Pregnancy line

When it rains, rainbows appear
When bumps come, something appears
It is a thick tiny dark mark
Vertically dividing the stomach

First it comes as a whitish line
And then begins to darken the line
How wonderful it is to say
A new life would be born someday

From linea alba to linea nigra
I kind of see a spiritual era
It was unnoticed some time ago
Until the bump began to grow

I was told; after birth it disappears
Could it be the path souls pass
Running from navel to pubic bone
Its function is still unknown

Tags: Baby Hazel, Baby Hazel Poem Series, child and mother poem, Hazel Onyeche, Poems, Poetry, pregnancy lines, pregnant, Womb Prose

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