Barely Babe

My body was burdened by biblical babbling buffoons

bounding my benevolence to baptisms and booty calls.

My body's been buffering in bountiful beacons of bread, bloating & bleeding, by the body of Christ.

The bludgeoned belief 'babies are bounty', hunting my breast.

Balancing biased and bottled bravery, begging for belonging but buckled and bundled in blankets;

basking in this blessing beyond the barrier, my bonnie lies over the ocean but all I know is I wasn't ready