The Doctor’s Treatment Kills
Mother is a doctor,
A shaman,
A preacher,
Her words and her choices
Make all that is wrong
Corrected.
I am her patient,
Her follower,
Her worshiper,
I am the wrong
She is correcting.
It is believed
All children are born
Without sin,
All but I.
My words are met with,
“Hush.”
My actions are met with,
“Why?”
My curiosity is met with
Unending lectures
Unending shame.
The doctor’s treatments
Or the shaman’s spells
Not even,
The preacher’s sermons,
Will fix
What she made
Of me.