Nov 21, 2011

Little Heart


Your little heart pounded inside me
day and night
I fed you all those thoughts
pumped my sadness inside you
my feelings spiralled into the darkness of my womb
injecting you with tainted images I saw
with all the broken souls that touched me.
and you; so small, so helpless
how powerful my weak female body was:
moulding you, weaving your complex mind
stitching every patch of skin that covered your bones
every idea I had, I channelled through you; perhaps
that’s why you came out looking so wrinkly and old

And never before and never after, would I, the woman
be given so much authority on the human race.