Her Children

A mother, stolen of her children later had to hear the countless tales of their fate

The engulfing waves of the sea filled their lungs before they could cry,

"Mommy"

Got real homesick, that their bodies begged for their mother's comfort as they had no control of the content that streamed out of them

That they prayed through grinding of teeth and breaking of skin and bones, that if they couldn't get home to their mother, that they would sprout wings and just go home to their father

Worst of all, those who remain, who wore their mother's genetics, ranging from honey to ebony, were the physical shackles they bore that chained them the centuries to come

Of this shame, that their mother's creation were the curse she couldn't abort