forgive me,
for being the burden in your womb
and for the stretch marks around your navel.
For being the snake that sucked you dry,
The labor pains , that lay futile.
I was the prodigal son
When siblings rose high.
Pardon me, mother
I never forgave you
For shattering the silence of the womb
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