Blood

I sit in a corner
my fists pulling on my hair as I scream in pain
alone
they push me away
banish me to a corner
as the blood runs down along the inside of my thigh
I cry and cry in agony
but no one comes to my side

I gift them a son
to hold
to carry the legacy
his name bears
they worship me now
bless me and my son
I wonder
if they’ve forgotten
or that it just doesn’t matter anymore
that my son emerged
from the very blood they scorned