Mixed Race Mamma The first act of harm I will (unwillingly) Inflict On any sweet, Immaculate, Child of mine Is giving it Life. In a world that will abominate The simple complexity, Of its mixed up, Miscegenated, existence Boats, Borders, Boxes… (ticked, packed, buried in) Where do we go? Sweet unwanted (desperately wanted) child of mine? Where do we live, That I do not bequeath you these hurts? Originally published at https://shivarjoyce.com on April 4, 2020.