Dual Fatality Poem by Yolanda Mbatha

I created to love eternity
Destroyed to love unintentionally
I egocentrically murdered, lawfully, legally
A dual fatality, yes typically

Terminated a possibility
While increasing infertility
A remorse state of mentality
A dual fatality, yes typically

I exclaimed apologetically
Cried dismally
Crippled detrimentally, fatally
A dual fatality, yes typically

A teenaged mother, ex-mother, potential mother
Bearing a seed in a bed, a womb, ex-womb, potential womb- simply a stomach
Yes I felt the heart beat, as my own sped up
Yes I smelt the blood as my own heated up
I visualized, the life, ex-life, potential life
Either mother lives to imagine baby’s life
Or baby lives to imagine mother’s life

I smelt the blood, intoxicating, filling my lungs
Washed away by cries/ hidden under sighs/
Mother dies/ I wish it were a gathering of lies
Face down/ let her soul arise

A sin, sin, sin you might say
But your statement is overshadowed by the simplicity that complicates
A sin, sin, sin you might say
Where 60% is the possibility of survival
A sin, sin, sin you might say
The sights aren’t as syrupy and pleasurable as you assume
A sin, sin, sin you might say
The siblings expected to smile simply
A sin, sin, sin you might say
T A sin, sin, sin you might say
he mother is said to possibly die
Alongside her children and possibly without
A sin, sin, sin you might say
But then again who gives you the right to criticize
A sin, sin, sin you might say
An emotional assassinator – you’re a sinner or saint?
And so it’s a dual fatality