unborn child

on my father's birthday
i celebrated
by walking under the rain
with my big friend
shortly i met bishop
i woke up in fits of laughter
with bish on a T-bak
while my neighboring bed groans in protest
of the same man who re-entered the
singlehood society

mornings are colorless
after a dark shower
that silenced the bustling city
then intimacy of friendship
come naturally
snuggled in a floor bed
to celebrate the story of a great woman
a mother, wife, sister and a freind
Minerva Miraval
who paved the way to freedom of
Dominican Republic

in a night like this
two animated bodies
trapped in the room
got no other choice
but to entertain each other
over ginger snaps and black tea
the big boy asked me if i want to have a baby
i forgot to ask him if he wanted to help me with that
for i cannot do it alone
maybe he could have referred another freind
but do i really want to have a baby
to be or not to baby?
i am asking my ovaries
when can i ever get ready
is it out of fear or worry
i can only get overwhelmed
for i have so much love for children
so i decided to participate in the process
to test my capacity in matters of the womb
i have celebrated many honeymoons
but those moments
can naturally die

i realized too soon
it is too short
a lifetime for some men's attention
as weak as their sperm cells
to sustain an offspring
out of commitment and love

for having a baby
come as a powerful intention
when love is manifested as a decision
one with human and the Divine
then only a child can be born
and so maybe that will take all my courage
to surrender to love and to life