she <br />stolen from my bone <br />is it any wonder <br />i hunger to tunnel back <br />inside desperate <br />to reconnect the rib and clay <br />and to be whole again <br /> <br />some need is in me <br />struggling to roar through my <br />mouth into a name <br />this creation is so fierce <br />i would rather have been born<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adam-thinking/
