I like this. There are some phrases I might consider too cliche in other instances, like "pitter-patter of tiny feet" or "soft as velvet" but they all seem to work out fine in this, especially when compared to your wonderful use of rhyme and wordplay. It's not a poem that's trying to break barriers or take itself too seriously, it's simply trying to be a nice image, and to that extent, it succeeds marvelously.
"we are all citizens of the womb before we subdivide
into shades and sexes- this side, that side" -Ani DiFranco