She Decided

Long before fate gave birth to my soul,
we danced with anger,
deep within my mother’s womb.
Swaying to and fro to the rhythm of history’s habit
until I bore no resemblance of hope,
we danced.
Her tears,
her anger,
her love
enveloped me
and together we danced.

Long before fate gave birth to my soul,
violent love became the timekeeper;
day by day,
sunrise to sunset
until I bore the shame of my father
and his bitter memories.

And her dreams faded . . .

Deep within my mother’s womb,
when I was the beginning of tomorrow
and love was anew,
he spoke gentle words.
He promised not to be his grandfather’s anger,
his father’s absence;
he kissed her again.
She remembered his promise to love her,
to honor their family,
and his commitments to their tomorrows.
She remembered
when he touched her stomach,
when he touched me.
We felt the strange new sensation and danced.
She remembered
quietly how it was supposed to be

Fate prepared her for my soul
as she screamed;
alone
she pushed;
alone
she cried
and prayed
until I cried.
And we danced.

Fate gave birth to my soul
yet history’s habit would not caress me.
She decided,
while I was deep within her womb
that fate was not destiny;
she decided
I would be a man.

And alone we danced.

i added on to your poem

as her soul opens to another world we see each others hand in hand with open arms. as she carries you as mother knows how, she wipes away your tears and helps you on your daily dues. you have danced through out enternity where you will continue on. a man with a gentle smile and a heart to soar through the sky

Nicely done...