Kind of a Poem, Maybe?
/Originally posted May 31, 2013
These kids aren't mine, you know.
They grew in me, from some kind of miracle, and came through me, yes. We worked hard together, me and these kids, on those sacred, holy, life-giving nights.
But they aren't mine.
They belong to you. To the world. To all that they will do.
They belong to themselves.
They belong to no one.
Growing them and birthing them and loving them like a mad-woman - those are the things that I must do.
But they are not mine to mold.
They are theirs to become.
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