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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