I, however, did not forget my birthday. Given the choice, I would have preferred to die in the private warmth of the maternal body. To die before a consciousness developed. To transform myself into the streams of blood that would survive the black earth. Mother may have shared that wish when things were going badly between us. At the very thought that, on the day I was born, Mother, still lying in her bloody bed, had clasped me in her arms with a creator's pride, a giver's grace, and an owner's caution, I couldn't help but believe that the day of my birthday was already the day of my defeat. No one had asked my opinion before casting me out into the world. So I hoped they would at least allow me to choose the time of my departure.
I wrote this and it would be nice if you guys gave me your opinion on it and answered some of my questions.. thanks. :)
2007-02-13
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