The Womb

after the first rejection
the first acceptance came immediately

when your lungs filled with air
upon birth.

feeling the former 
more than the latter,

you cried out in confusion
at once.

that’s how we knew
you were alive.

you kept your eyes closed
so you could pretend it wasn’t true.

that’s how we knew
you were human.

you’re still alive, still unsatisfied, 
still squalling, still longing for the womb.

that’s how we know
you’re American.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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