Fetus
conceived
not always of love
I am a mass of sells
my name fetus
my domain a womb
my reason for being uncertain
yet swollen feet cravings and spitting a belly
swelling morning sickness creating
embarrassing episodes and milk escaping the
confines of swollen breast tells the story of my
presence my devolvement though exciting and
fulfilling takes its toll on the body that sustains
my survival
as I strive to grasp life waves of sound interrupt
my privacy and illustrate my nakedness
and I question
should I forsake my effort or would fate deny me
entry to a world my perception deems imbued in
the follies of man
in my restlessness I stretch and kick
a phenomenon that excites my bearer
perpetuating an anxious happiness
that lingers throughout my existence
in the likeness of man my body the image of my
creator my soul
I enter this world
and with a cry I pronounce my arrival
the pain of my nativity forgotten
the joy of my birth takes its place in the heart
of my Mother
Earl S. Jackson
Feb 1982
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Poetry by Earl Jackson
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Written on 2006-08-21 at 04:57
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