The infant with hydrocephalus isn`t compared to the thousands of other babies born each year
she is born with fluid-she is actually half -born and half in heaven
she is the element of water and her brain is still in limbo
The mother, so young , considered a scalpel test to keep her there but God needed her
The girl with hydrocephalus, left beaten and torn
and no she doesn`t need your sympathy- she needs this shunt to not be differentiated from others
” I am me !” , she screams. ” I am normal! I am not a mistake” (I am a miracle ! ”
Uncertainty has room in her gut when she believed that she could never be the mother she never had.
When the government failed on her , when the system failed on her, poetry was there with open arms and an infinite ink well to soak in
She has told this story many times, but only the dead listen.
The doctors are ill-informed. CAT scans and MRIs can`t see the scars she suffered on the inside
The woman with hydrocephalus
has her own sanctuary, her books and her sanity,
soon she will marry, soon she will have her pound of flesh and walk down that aisle smiling
and I will live a joyful woman who could have a healthy baby.