मातृ (mother)

your genome invades my face
your code: my shadow
decades of want and not-having
converge into me
an unresolved you

i ask, of the splinters you planted
in my soles,
if it’s in my skin
is it mine?
is everything given
a gift?

in times of flood and drought,
they say be the home that you need
they tell me, implore me, to breathe
yes I know
I’ve been trying all my life
all there is to inhale is your grief
stagnant piles of misery

no more
no more
consider me peeled off your walls.