In my first birth  With Violence something was taken  A light  I lost my essence  It happens a lot I was just one more Consequences of patriarchy  And society  I raised my son anxiously  Breathe … Connect … The boobs were my aid  They nurtured us both My son and I didn’t seem to forget The hours of separation that happened between us There’s always that scar The one you see  And the one you don’t  I celebrated his birthday  Too hard for us both With candles and no water My son is a beautiful champion  Another year passed The time needed to give it a try Then he asked…