My Birth, My Mother

I was born after 74 hours of violent back labor, leaving me with two black eyes, a broken nose, and my mother screaming, "WHAT IS THAT THING? SEND IT BACK!" The doctor said that would cost her double, so she declined.


During activities that required my face to be uncovered, she wore a blindfold. Otherwise I wore a paper bag on my head with a picture of a baby on it she wouldn't want to have been shoved back into her womb.

I almost come close to smiling when I think about how I'm going to bury the old bat in a paper bag with a picture of the mother I always wanted.

This is my brother. He was never good enough for her either.