Child, Go Home Poem by Gagan Gill

Child, Go Home



Child, go home.
Your home is nowhere?
Then go back to the womb.
No mother's womb?
Go to father's semen.
Your father is nowhere?
Go to mum's tubes.
Is the egg there barren?
Then, little one, flow away
in her menstrual blood
just as her longing
goes down the drain -
go that way too.
Let the girl be.
Child, go home.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elena Plotkin 09 June 2016

A captivating poem about ripping the umbilical cord. No mercy! No mincing of words! Well done!

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