Inheritance

by Myra Pearson


What have I taken from you
while I was inside you?

You go on with your day,
eating and drinking

and I go on forming,
growing and stealing.

We were one.
Now we are two.

Mother, leaving
you the first

time was so easy,
you pushed me

out to be handed
from man to man

inspected, weighed,
washed, medicated –

sterilized and small,
all red and paralyzed.

How can I forgive you
for bringing me here,
for giving me to men?

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