My Own Embryo

On the day of my birth

from the womb of the earth

I was registered part of humanity;

But I lived with the plants

till my uncles and aunts

Decided that this was insanity.

In pursuit of their goal

they pruned off my soul

and made me all neat and acceptable -

My clothing just right,

and my halo too tight

while my core remained quite undetectable.

The place where they pruned

left a large gaping wound

where the white cells cavorted with glee....

and with well-bred defiance

disguised as compliance

I whispered "I want to be me.....

And who's that, asked the teachers,

the aunts and the preachers,.

as the halo constricted my head.

So I stripped myself bare,

shook the tight from my hair....

"This is me, I'm an earth child" I said.

Being scared of the earth

they decreed that my birth

was an error of judgment, and so

I returned to our trees,

to our sweet summer breeze,

and discovered my own embryo.