I was scared, being pushed around like that.
The last thing on my mind was mother's pain.
It was the first time I had to hurt her,
had I known, it could have been the last.
They severed our ties at once. They hurt me!
I was breathless, as my mind raced in
that bright, dry, unfocused light. I hung
in the hands of a stranger for the first time.
The doctor slapped my ass, forced me
to gasp that first involuntary breath.
I was too young to control my feelings, then.
Now I'm a master of the craft, and still scared.
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