I was supposed to lighten you up heavily
I thought my coming would bring you much happiness
But it didn’t
I remember the disgust
As your skin opened in resentment
When my coming was announced
I remember the bitterness
As your bones shivered
At the mention of my arrival
I remember all this
And I ask why?
Was it because you weren’t ready?
Was I product of misbegotten loins?
Would letting me live be a life-ruining decision?
Thus, the protector became my predator
The mother hen became the preying hawk
And the creature returns early to the Creator
And now I go to the Creator
To tell of a life that wasn’t lived
Account for an event that never was
End a story with no beginning
Mine was a life I should have lived
But had to leave
That should have been but never was
Mother murdered me