Instincts Poem by aeda sea

if a poem is honesty
i'll be honest.
i'm young.
i look at an old person
and see a plant who has once lived greenly
and is now yellowing and drying out
and quietly withering
back to the earth
it sprang up from, not so long ago.
i wonder if they're scared.
cause i'm scared.
i dont want to wither
or see others do so.

on another subject,
babies,
i'm terrified that if i ever have a baby
someone will try to take her away.

the part of the bible (exodus or genesis i can't remember)
where pharoah takes away all the babies
and throws them in the river.

i can hear frantic mothers screaming
crying
begging
crawling
the soldiers just kick them out of the way
and gruffly grab tiny sweet babies
smash them on the floor
strangle them
throw them into the nile

babies cry.
my maternal instincts take over
i know i'm only 14 but when i hear a baby crying
and people screaming
i think my humanity is pushed aside
and i will protect the little baby
because she needs me