Robin Brown Poet Dramatic Monologue

Unborn Child

MY CHILD, I SPEAK  TO YOU FROM THE GRAVE
I AM YOUR MOTHER, A BLACK WOMAN OF PRESTIGE
YOUR FATHER ABANDONED US
EAT, DRINK FROM MY WOMB
NOURISHED MY NUTRIENTS OF FRUITS
I CAN'T GIVE YOU LIFE, MY CHILD
I DON'T WON'T YOU BORN


I FEEL THE FETUS OF YOU GROWING INSIDE OF ME
LIFE IS WHAT YOU NOT TO SEE OF ME
THE EMBYRO OF YOU IS GONE 
ALL MY SEEDS IS DESTOYED FROM YOU
YOU HAVE NO NAME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

HEAR MY VOICE, MY CHILD
I'M SPEAKING TO YOU FROM MY WOMB
YOUR LIFE WILL BE GONE
YOUR BIRTH FLUSHED FROM MY BODY
LOOK UP AT ME, MY CHILD FROM MY WOMB
I AM NO LONGER YOUR MOTHER
YOU ARE NOW A UNBORN CHILD

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