Mama...

A new word
A cry from deep within her womb
Her seed thirsts for love
And longs for things he's not sure are real
His hunger for his father grows deeper
As he curls up, bruised like his mama
Wondering
So curious
As to who would turn their backs on them
So many questions he longs to ask
Ready to pour from his tiny lips
Like the rain that chills his mama's skin
Cold and unprotected
Weak with betrayal
He closes his eyes
He wants to scream
Of how he loves his mama
But all that can be heard
Is a cry from deep within her womb.