Sitting here my birth mom ran across my mind
How detached I have become of her since I was taken from and never given the chance to get to know
Was this fair?
Reminds me of the slavery mental
Divide and conquer, even if it's your own blood
Now I'm hitting 30 and know very little of the woman who pushed me through her Nile
Valley so far from here I can't imagine the beauty that may have been my arrival
Was I celebrated?
Life
Who is she? This wombman I never got to know
Can I be blamed for the little to no contact
When I grew to know so little
Why is it so hard to pick up that phone and say hello
What will we have to talk about?
Would it be natural.
Who knows
But I do appreciate her,
The wombman who BIRTHED me through her Nile
Valley so far
But I've never seen clearer than I do now
Salute to who I am becoming
Now
I thank you
EmpressRee
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2b2b2 says: Excellence....thanks for sharing....Namaste |
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after vision says: my poet, never lived this life but I feel the weight of your pen against my heart |
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