Dorieanna

Mother, I am the child you conceived The babe you cradled in your womb your first embrace while I was still and embryo The child created from mistakes The boy and girl You and him Mother, I was your mistake When you cut me from your body Uninterested in my futures and past so long as yours is protected My conception was your curse But your womb was my temple You desecrated it with your doctor’s knife My home and future And I fell away from your flesh Tossed aside in the bio-hazardous waste Mother, I was your child Did you know my heart was already beating? Did you think that the definition of life only meant independency? Did you kno