Bone breaking memories escape my rib cage

That painting on the wall of that smiling baby that hangs Which your father brought to me Long before I told him about me being pregnant with his child And him not believing me Mocked me in my helplessness- O woman you could bring life but you cannot bring to life Your dying relationship. So I struggled through you, my love: Stabbed my vagina, stabbed my womb, Cut my breasts and I lay there that night bleeding Pleasantly, knowing I have been liberated But you jumped out of nowhere- Breaking waters that reminded me of tormenting floods And my whole body wanting to throw up But when you came, my baby, I named you life and liveliness And prayed each day every day that you won't be like your father But your eyes were his and as you sucked my nipple I thought he was here sucking my soul out of me- And as we grew up, I slept naked with you in the bed Familiarizing you with female anatomy, Telling you that devoid of clothes the human, the woman's body Isn't only one sexual thing. When you spoke to your father about it He came rushing down home and called me names- A whore! A whore! You aren't ashamed to sleep with your own child And that night he stripped me bare Forcing himself into me- Baby, you watched it all, My little boy with little eyes And you knew this wasn't right You saw momma then crying, shouting, bleeding From scarred places, as wounds from the past burn Traumatizing present sufferings. That day on I saw a wild look in your eye And I took up all my clothes, made you a different bed and slept Naked on the floor, burning whatever I had remaining of clothes: Now you saw momma in and out, Day in and out without a single shred on her scars, Momma's scars always bled now, The house was red, the walls were red, the floors kept bleeding Whatever momma touched bled, Turned red Momma stopped hugging you, kissing you goodnight And you my sweet child were the only thing that bled Without momma's touch, Yet I couldn't see it, Forgive me. Forgive me, my love That I got no clothes even when you turned 13 You never called home your friends- Momma was an embarrassment Momma was always naked...