A singular creation
never to be reproduced
crying within an array
of useless female organs
designed to create musical laughter
tiny hands and toes to be counted
little heartbeats from a precious soul
created from passion, love and kismet
females purpose expected
this inability is often rejected.
The dust bowl
which could be a womb
if the word applied
realizing its uselessness
depression and loss combine
the truth of it.
Without.
Tired of freedom
I wish to be tied to shoelaces
lessons taught and dirty faces
skinned knees kissed awkwardly
tiny hands held tightly around my pinky.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Dana I. Hunter is one of the Top Ten Poets in the 2021 NAMI NJ: Dara Axelrod Expressive Arts Poetry Contest. She has been published in MIGHTIER—Poets for Social Justice, Adelaide Literary Magazine, and at JerryJazzMusician.com. Her script STEVI won honorable mention at Scriptapalooza in 1998. She received her BA in Communications from Upsala College. Living with bipolar disorder, she is an African American writer who is an advocate for mental health and ending the associated stigma.
Alpha Female Society. 