He should have been a girl, she thinks.
For she knows all too well what will happen, has seen it coming ever since-
- she was handed a too-still bundle just emerged from between her legs-
-his father would have known what to do, a mother should only soothe and calm-
(If we even have a right to call ourselves parents to it him)
Girls are calm and sweet and gentle, just what she needs.
How else can she control him.
For she can never forget how just before the umbilical cord was cut-
-That feeling-
the bLoOdLuSt
He should have been born a girl. She has tried her best to change that.
(It hasn't worked)
Oh how much sharper than a serpent's tooth is a thankless child.
She sleeps and awakes to a decimated moon. Her child (hah) is forgotten in the chaos of establishing peace.
She remembers too late.
the beginning