POEM STARTER

Submitted by marlovely

Life in Your Hands

Write a poem or short story about if you were death and had to choose each day who must die.

The Second

Life in your hands

My life was in your hands, Ma

You gave it away

Gave away me, my life

In your hands

Now, do you know who I am?

Born Asian, raised American

Geez, Ma.

I sound like a pack of meat.

Is that all you think of me?

I don’t know who I am.

You took away that “family legacy” part of finding identity.

I have identity crises now.

Good job, Ma.

Still love you though

Still don’t know you.

And still you gave me away

My life.

The one that was in your hands.

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