What lies beneath 12/30

She went in for a D & C
But the indecency of the entire matter left her feeling hollow
and rightly so
While laid out across that table all alone like a ram for the taking
Swaddled in a pure cotton fabric sheath
Hem swaying in the sterile breeze circulating through the ventilation system
Hopping skipping and jumping across the dew drops of the
Remaining bits of the fabric of her life that had been left on the table

bit by bit she swallowed the regurgitated mass of bitter words
she’d been force to consume
“ain’t no child of mine havin’ no baby round here, makin’ me look bad”
Bitter acidic words
Tainted
Remnants of altered egos
Indignation
That haughty Church Mother pride
& spiked with tiny shards of hate

But she swallowed them
And soon chased them down with the bitter liquid that would expel from her
the pox that she had brought upon her family’s name and upon their house
handed to her in a goblet, fixed by her own Mother, she drank in remembrance of…
of her hopes that finally she’d have something to call her own
to love her
but at the bottom of the glass there were no memories
only echoes of her ineptitude
grievous miserable child
scorned by the ones she resembled most
ever present by her side
in that cool sterile office all alone
No one to assist with the gift that Miseducation had given her
Even after her shame was covered
The residue of ignorance lay dormant in her womb and gave way to infection
So they scraped her womb
Searching for abnormalities
Searching for a truth

But miseducation led to a misdiagnosis
And the prognosis began a pattern from then on
Her womb healed for awhile
But continued to become infected
Every single time she got pregnant
She was forced to swallow more bitter words
Chased by those bitter home made remedies
Specially purposed to placate…I mean, cure misbeheavin’ children of their sin
But she never told her doctors
Never shared with them her gifts from Miseducation

And so they routinely searched
But to no avail
And it’s no surprise really…

Though infections continuously made haste to settle in her womb
They were problems stemming from products of Ignorance taking shelter in her mind…


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