I birthed your baby
Was that not enough
That I gave you
my love
my life
my trust
And you turned your back as if it was lust
And you turned your head as if it wasn’t enough
I birthed your baby
I gave it our name
And you left me behind in the blood of our babe
And you left us behind in the shell of disaster
And you left them behind as if it was easy to do
I birthed our baby
Was that not enough
I died as a women for you to laugh
I died as a women for you to mock
I died as a women begging for that man
That man in the images of other women’s birth stories
Cradling their women bathing their women holding their women caring for their women,
What is wrong with me?
