Tragedy of THOT

The male penetrator, inseminator. Egg invader. Planter of the seed. God is great indeed, in love. From water he creates blood

The blood congealed
into a clot. Evolving into a cell, multiplying. An embryo into a fetus.

A prenatal gestational period eight weeks after passions have run hot. Nine months and seven days later.

A new human we have got.
Then from all of this. All of this magnificent creative majesty.

The Western World's inculcates
a travesty. A female human travesty. The tragedy of THOT.

By
Abu Lateef Ali Babatunde
© 2023



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Tragedy of THOT

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