Scd Poem by Cindy Nwajei

Thrown in the world of adulthood, made to hear words I dont understand. Doctors telling my mother, 'stop crying we have a plan.' So we poke her and prod her with needles galore. The normal days of a childhood happened no more. Absent and forgotten, no one thinking about me. The first words I uttered were I and V. The hospital became her coffin, her sickness became the nail. I searched and I searched for that figure called male. Nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found.5 months into her life he left without a sound.