Bad Blood

Daddy told me

bad blood soaked the cloth

   when I

unwanted progeny

hung upside-down

           between 

this world and oblivion

 

Surmised

how my birth mother’s blood 

   flowed first

on the back seat of some car 

   making me

a cheap commodity 

on the adoption Black Market

   

Never let me forget

the same bad blood 

swam beneath 

my thin skin

like a Great White

waiting to surface

hungry to feed

 

Shown clearly now

   where 

bad blood left the stain

under tiny buttocks

spread too wide

overcome by weight

the stench of his bad seed sewn

© 1999 Cynthia L. Bryant

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