The Way Starvation Cries For Fruit (By Mimi C. Mata) Poem by Mimi Mata

I have seen,
With my dark spacious eyes closed,
My battles, as I still palpated in my mother's womb...

And when the forefront of life,
Gave me my first breath,
I inhaled in the ocean,
That God foretold; would drown me...

I have craved a savior's hands
The way starvation cries for fruit...

My heart hung low and heavy,
Enough for wolves and vulchers in pursuit,

To take into their ravenous mouths,
My virginal sacrifice,
To human ignorance,
As I cried indisposed and wayward beneath
Their snarls and perverse glances...

I crawled in my dreams,
Where my hell, could only cauterize my wounds,

Where I was that sad, sad leaf,
That fell away too soon...
That fell away too soon.