A New Orleans Birth
Amniotic fluid- the EmergenC of babies
A good roux, fried chicken, red beans, beignets
Music is supposed to up the intelligence of an unborn child
Does the trumpeter on the corner of Royal and Dumaine count?
His toothy grin merited a tip from my mother
Noises envelop my tiny, trembling body
Push harder
Throw me something, Mistah
Oohs Aaahs
She is beautiful.
The king’s float is coming.
My world is black and white
Yet I see three colors, a beaded strand of purple, green and gold gently placed around my neck
My wails cease- I know I am home
- Madison, age 17