The Psychiatrist Poem by Mariela Griffor

If I remember correctly, I could not cry
until the baby was born. They wanted to shoot him.
I understood why Manuel Fernandez wanted
me to stay at the hospital after the birth.
I never told him anything about the group.
I could not trust him. I had to be strong
for my child. I needed to go the pump room
and leave my milk. You are suffering a postpartum
depression he told me before I shot him, like the many other
voices in my head.