BECOMING HIS DAUGHTER
She grasps the air
with her new born
fist
as if
she were stuffing
it down
her own throat
before letting it
circulate within her
until it became her
and then using
her new found voice
let out a great shout.
This cry
is me.
And so, was born
a father at that very
moment
holding her
in his palms
as if she were water
her wail
altering the very
molecules
of the air & how
he could now
never be
the same again ever
since she had decided to be
his daughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem