she, born behind wire gates, was pushed down then up and through salted earth. left over, left behind wondering if she could have done anything to be seen as valuable as her siblings. family is made to feel like a luxury item that she does not deserve but will serve in the place parents should have stood. she mothers with this in mind. and would want you believe that her suffering means nothing despite its shingle hanging above everything else. my mother loads up her words like a freight train, red hot coals throw up steam and we sweat keeping her car on the rails.