Muerto Al Nacer Poem by Belle Wassermeister

Muerto Al Nacer

Rating: 5.0


I never had a chance.

My mother was fifteen years old
when she found out she was pregnant.

She got into the wrong crowd
a couple of years before,
smoking, drinking, and using drugs.

Then she became sexually active,
giving her favors to any and all.

As a tiny embryo, I absorbed all kinds
of drugs into my system. They wreaked
havoc with the person I was supposed to be.

My circulatory system was so compromised
that my little heart could not pump blood
sufficiently to my brain.

My lungs were only half the size they should
have been, and my kidneys never worked
at all.

She carried me full term, but I was pronounced
dead at birth.

Stillborn. And still not understanding
why she didn't love me
more than that.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
"Muerto al nacer" is Spanish and means "stillborn" or more literally "dead at birth" or "dead upon being born".
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cowboy Ron Williams 26 October 2021

A very sobering look at a common modern problem. Five stars!

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 27 October 2021

very powerful poem indeed

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M Asim Nehal 28 October 2021

A very sad story, may be got carried away by the surrounding storm. Heartfelt poem 5(*****

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Bharati Nayak 03 November 2021

A heartfelt poem! It powerfully expresses what are the hazards of drug abuse and promiscuity.The consequences may lead to still birth, retarded child or a child with many health problems.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 03 November 2021

It's a magnificent poem.... beautiful expression. Loved reading this wonderful composition of yours...5 stars

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Sandra Feldman 16 January 2022

So sad! But so well written. I rips your heart out to see a life so sadly smitten. The impact of the title in Spanish, 'Muerto al Nacer' is overpowering and unforgettable.A gigantic example and deeply rendered poem to be remember for its message and sentimental greatness..5+++

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Unnikrishnan E S 26 December 2021

The maladies of drugs menace. This wail of an unborn should open many eyes, many ears and many hearts. My eyes well up, Belle. So I stop.

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Smoky Hoss 21 December 2021

Viva por Gracia. Beautiful, soul-source poetry. Bodies are so easily damaged, and yet still, somehow by grace, they contain an endless, beautiful soul; the body passes, the spirit soars. This poem has spirit, it soars.

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M.J. Lemon 30 November 2021

Raw power....brilliant verse, Linda.

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Kostas Lagos 29 November 2021

This poem is kind like a punch in the stomach. Excellent.

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Belle Wassermeister

Belle Wassermeister

Gleichen, Alberta, Canada
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