Photo from Black & WTF Photos:
Prompt: Write a poem in triolet form
Accouchement
How proud they were to show the stained mattress
the day I wasn’t born; they had to support each other
with straps and breath. To pose the cradle on mother’s back –
how proud they were! To show the stained mattress,
five women, ready to sanitize, ready for striking matches,
held tightly to each other, wanting to tell my mother
how proud they were. To show the stained mattress,
the day I wasn’t born, they had to support each other.
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