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.
