Baby's Breath

I instinctively recoiled from

your invasive touch; you pouted

after I blocked your grasping hand

from reaching for my glowing flesh.

~~~

Though we course the same bonded blood,

you don’t own this body, or me,

or the baby thriving within.

Your selfish touch, uninvited.

~~~

How shall I respond to ego-

centric violation? Quietly.

I am a teacher, protector,

mentor for my coming daughter.

~~~

You could have just asked to touch,

I would have proudly complied;

reveled this shared experience.

Instead, your assumption appalling.

~~~

I control my own space now,

obliged only to the child,

growing by my intention,

to establish sacred ground.

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