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.

Published by alicengrey

Alicen Grey is an award-winning writer.