Heartbreak for the Mama's that...
I cannot stop crying, I cannot stop carrying the weight of the world in my heart. It’s overwhelming and I can’t breath. I know it is a gift, the empathy I just need to figure out how to use it to help heal others, or at least help them on their healing journeys. It’s the Mama’s who have had their babies ripped from them who I am presently bleeding for. The play I am working on started it, and thinking about all the enslaved women who were forced to breed, and denied the opportunity to mother. Then I remember losing it and bleeding at this lake in Auschwitz where they drowned at least 1000 babies that were born within the camps five years. Or the story about the Bosnian woman (met a lawyer who presented 200 women raped in the “conflict” genocide) whose baby boy was decapitated in front of her before the gang raped her. Bring to a head when I am in the prison in Chicopee doing a writing workshop with the women and the story’s of their babies being ripped from their embraces. Or my Mama’s cellmate who gave birth to twins she didn’t get to snuggle or nurse. Devastating heartbreak, Rwanda, Congo, Sudan, sex slaves and their forced abortions and babies born to be sold to the highest bidder.
