First Blood
My mother rejected me at birth too.
Hell, I wasn't what she wanted.
I don’t
understand you she said.
Until the day she died, she tried
to teach me
how to die.
Now my moons
are running down.
Now I see it
was indeed mine to give
death to her,
after having lost
at that first
battle, defeated
at my entrance. Momma I said
Can you hear
me? She opened her eyes.
And now I am alive,
abundant,
my breasts budding,
and this is my very first blood.
