That first pimple which spread
First love that broke the heart
As it tied the knot with another
The first assault with trickling blood between the thighs
The silent scream never seems to stop
After a thousand poems
Attempting to accept “love” in male words or deeds
The first yawn of the baby in the orphanage as he stopped howling
And slept between loving adopted breasts
The arrival of the first tooth that refused all food
It was pain not pride
Can you understand?
Even if it pains?
Especially because it pains…