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The Defiance of Self
Born in the midst of unspeakable pain,
Created in the throws of passion.
Tiny, red, wrinkled thing,
Shrieking its indignation.
Useless after a parasitic nine months of
Its first act is to take.
Once again leeching its strength from its
Maternal host. Who
Is bound to this creature for years.
Food from her body.
Hours from her sleep.
Servile acts of devotion amidst
Depressing fluctuations of chemicals
This banal bondage,
Of body and mind
This resignation of individual
This screaming insult to the
Feminist battle cry.
This satisfaction of the primordial urge.
La beauté indescriptible de l'amour d'une mère.