Just a Drink

A helpless female,

held against her will,

penetrated,

and now pregnant

Held captive,

no chance of escape

The baby grows

for months and months

inside her belly

The mother,

ready to love her baby,

despite her circumstances,

delivers a baby boy

The baby,

only longing 

for the comfort 

of his mother

The mother,

only longing 

to be near 

her new son

The baby

feels himself pulled away,

further and further

until he can no longer see her

ever again

The mother,

helplessly watching,

bellows and bellows

for days and days,

in search of a baby

who will never return

The son stands

in a dark crate,

malnourished,

alone

Soon, his pale flesh

will sit on a plate

His skin,

no longer attached,

will cover your hands

when they get cold

The milk

his mother produced

to nourish him

and help him grow

sits in your cup

8 Jul 2013
This poem appears in my book, What if the Shoe Were on the Other Hoof?

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