For Mama
In my omniscient wholeness
I discern your dull brokenness,
your slashed womb where blood oozed
as I was let loose,
your disfigured breast
where milk squirted as I was being fed
your hardened heart
where tears rolled
as I was growing old
your oppressed hand
where veins showed as I searched the world
In my dull wholeness
I behold your omniscient brokenness is.
(Touching and beautiful poem from our new Poetess from the Philippines. Welcome Tahl). Cynthia Abegail for New World.
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Tahl MEJIA Gopez
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