Black Pepper Ginger

Black Pepper Ginger Head to tip action penetrates satisfaction Causes muscles walls to contract Contract This time the onset of true labor Shaken life plug initiates mind dilation It shifts reality into equilibrium The clock starts to tick And for many many hours I cry sounds of freedom For I felt slave to my child He-He Who, He-He Who He-He Who, He-He Who Who longs to see the face of zygote Turned embryo now infant He flesh of my flesh Forces me to grasp for air and hold up walls I speak unfathomable words For this pain is unbearable The nose can not mask the smells of steep concoction Black pepper ginger stimulates my aura This potent liquid tickles the back of my throat It ignites my spirit and stimulates my senses And after many many sips, forms active labor Causes water to gush over porcelain seats Grip rails for dear life for weak legs Give into uterine contractions Stop Urge to push Urge to bathe Urge to release this child On linoleum floors but I cant Instead teeth clench feathered pillow As hands turn white from squeeze Feel stiff peak enter my open back For the natural didnҒt come oh so natural Hear precious heart beat go thump-thump, thump-thump Thump Thump Thump Thump What was music to my ears becomes terror to my soul His heart beat gets slower His heart rate drops Watching monitor like silent movie causes panic frenzy The world became obsolete Nothing and no one mattered But the descent of his birth Off count, off count Tired pushes need peace and quiet Rest to allow the mind to envision blossoming flowers Need to regulate breathe and coordinate bodily functions OR have the option to feel sharp knife slice naked belly To emerge neonate Therefore, I push with my life And He Crowns My Prince Protruding in and out of reality With each push But he was stuck I felt cold metal spoons colder than any speculum Enter my sacred walls and pull as I pushed They tugged with legs high up by my stirrups Push through tough birthing process Turned delicate head into fragile cone Soon extended body releases from my own I can feel the expulsion occur He enters the world as a silent soul Feel belly flop ache for his fulfillment Slap on buttocks awakens his spirit He screamed for his life and his freedom While I cried for his rites of passage began Along with my life long spiritual journey into motherhood Although, I still can not fathom But learning to respect and accept daily How any one mother or fatherӔ could disassociate and relinquish duties From conception to birth and beyond For these souls are born innocent In need of pure, genuine, and undying love This infant must now grow up From Prince to the King of his throne, his life and his kingdom By Monique De La Oz