Child born of Blood and Pain — Summary

She was conceived in a mind so full of pain Now its the only thing that nurtures her I labored with her silently, while others screamed their anger So its the only way she knows

Her feathery black hair And soulless eyes Stand out as I hold her close I feed her my blood because she is mine

I forget she is there as she stays silent all day but screeches in the night to remind me I feed her my pain to silence her

She grows and grows She holds on my shirt, using my body to protect her During school she begs for my attention At the store she wants more of my pain While with my friends she weighs me down

She takes and takes till I have nothing left to give So she trys to kill me in the night Now others notice the fact she is there

They give me a poison to feed her with my blood I watch her weaken and pale She does not eat just sobs through the night She let's go of my shirt and I catch her as she falls Because who eles wants my pain And she is my child of my blood and my pain

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Pain is imagined here as a baby the speaker has given birth to and must look after. The comparison runs through the whole poem. The speaker feeds it, carries it, and is worn down by its constant demands, while it clings to their shirt at school, in the shop and among friends. Reading closely, it seems to describe a struggle with deep emotional suffering, possibly self-harm, though the poem never says so directly. The "blood" and the "poison" given by others suggest this, but that is an inference from the imagery.

The speaker's feelings are tangled. They are exhausted and sometimes resentful, since the pain "takes and takes," yet they also feel responsible for it and strangely loyal. When other people step in and the pain weakens, the speaker catches it as it falls, asking "who else wants my pain?" The mood is dark, lonely and tender at once, and the ending suggests that letting go of something so familiar can feel like losing part of yourself.

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