Apple of your Eye?

Center of your hate,
Byproduct of your love,
Yet, have you forgotten. Feed us.
Feed us!
 
Who’s right?
O Mother! O Father!
I cannot choose.
Mother! He completed the soul.
Father! She gives us the umbilical cord---
The noose.
 
I am Father’s;
I am Mother’s
But, Whose right?
 

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