Bury the seed
Bury the seed to watch it grow
Rain, Food, and Sunshine
The dirt is thick, warm, and rich
That’s what I was told………………..
Always a mother to be
To be
A girl, a woman, a mother
A fighter, a lover, a friend
My example of womanhood lost in the mail
A mail carry discarded my future…………………..
In response blackballed
I’d crossed over into Liz Berry’s the Republic of Motherhood but found it all a dream, a misconception, a misperception. I’d signed on the dotted line and initialed in the box, checking mother. Mother. Mother to be. Mother in preparation. Mother in training. ……………………….
