My suffering is god-like
waiting to be recognized; worshiped day and night.
it gnaws at my insides as if i have been stuck inside myself, starving.
what is it about motherhood that is drawn to this daughter?
it stole my youth and shoved maturity down my throat
until i was left vomiting pieces of the girl i thought i was.
It is an echo inside livelihood
the gravel road which leaves cuts and grooves seeping youthful sorrow.
and despair knows no man like their brother
the other who envelops them in anemic visions.