“You’re time is gonna’ come” blared from the speaker of the hospital television.
At this point it could go either way—
Would I be blessed
Or I would be cursed?
I pushed and felt the universe surge a great pressure…and then purge a release.
He’s so handsome!
A proud father exclaimed.
What no one knew was that I lie there staring at the fluorescent light in the ceiling, in a way that an image reflected
The grotesque image was a woman lying on her back, torn, bleeding, and stunned
Would I ever be the same?
Would I ever be better?
When I held my son years of speculation were confirmed
Women are goddesses that walk the earth clothed in societal norms that downplay their powers.