I remember when your blood
was my blood, Mother.
For months you breathed for me
and I thank you.
I understand this complicated generosity
and the ache in your back.
Today we argue at what point
I am my own person with rights.
Not we so much, as you
and your belief set.
The question becomes
to what risks are you willing to go for me
or are you to live for another day
and initiate someone else?
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