Birth

I wonder what its like to be born

to feel the stale

delivery room air

hit your skin

for the first time.

To be evacuated from your

state of comfort

launched into this world

this place with movement and

voices all around you.

You cry because you’re confused  

you’re cold and naked

and being touched by people

humans that you didn’t know

existed.

Being handled

by strangers and screaming

bewildered and scared

wanting to go home

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