The Birth Cord Poem by Tony Adah

When the first rains with their tall legs
Trampled upon the earth in one season,
I was born
Born in a farm
Where
My mother
Underwent
Two toils.
She
Was weak
I was new
And I was frail
She
Took her blunt
Matched
And yanked
Off my birth cord
The rest
Was buried.
My sister's own
She said was stolen
By our own dog;
It
Latter ate prison
And died.
I
Look back
As
The story
Was told
If it's
Today
I would
Have donated
Both
To a stem cell bank
Somewhere
To
Help someone.