With one last push and one huge scream I stumbled forth into the light.
Released at last from you, the first and final time.
Pink and smooth and plastered in the remnants of your task.
Proof if it were needed that this mother had indeed produced a son.
I forget your breast, your warm embrace, skin on skin and mouth to mouth.
I now know that they were never there.
Blanketed instead by sounds instinctively amiss,
But Blocked out from my tiny mind.
I learned to walk and talk and chance a smile,
beneath your frozen stare.
Your deaf turned ears oblivious to my cries.
I would flourish there in spite of you, and you could keep your stinking milk.
The chore of motherhood had drained you,
'What a beautiful baby boy!'
Words that must have stuck like boiling porridge in your throat.
You needn't have worried, I was neither attached to you.
Your toddler grew in time and distance,
Without inviting you along.
And somewhere deep in the history of my evolution,
I noticed the missing link.
Fear plenty my dear lady for your secret will not rest with me.
You and all there like you will one day face the crowd with stones.
Your demons failed to adequately rein you in,
For the loving you so pitifully failed to give.
So your species turned it's back on you,
You cold, you hard, you sham.
And learned to love behind your back, away from the cruel glare.
You failed in all respects to nurture hatred, for I loved for you as well.
You missed the point and failed to taste, a beauty that I share each day,
As I smother my own children in layers of adoration, a complete mystery to you.
You tried and lied and were finally defied,
Because I am the child within.
