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