trash bag baby
who will tell your story?
who will sing your song?
who will trace your silhouette?
fifteen year old child
would birth you in a bathroom
face streaked with blood and tears
when silence filled the room
she would wrap baby in a towel
trembling hands would place
the toweled body in a trash bag
trash bag baby
who will tell your story?
who will sing your song?
who will trace your silhouette?
twenty-four year old woman
would lay on a doctor's table
face streaked with tears
poked, prodded and suctioned
body trembling as foreign hands
collect waste into a medical bag
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