The Process
It must have been,
but I can't remember
how I came to be born.
Did the walls of her womb
push against me?
Did my head contract
like a soft rubber ball
under pressure?
Did I wish to remain
where I was
instead of coming out?
Was I afraid like she?
Neither one of us
had ever experienced birth before.
The man took me by the feet
and startled me
by hitting me,
but he never knew
nor cared about
the woman I would become.
Janet Marie Bingham
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