Child

I was conceived selfishly and raised selfishly with much sacrifice. Having been put here for selfish reasons I was then delivered into the hands of the careless. Not caring for me, they gave me a god. This god they said, would care for me but never did. God demanded instead that I enter its service, that I surrender mind and will to new selfishness, that I brake my love down to mere obedience. God settled for little. I served with a heavy heart, dragging my feet through conformity. The doctrine was a simple one, obey to avoid pain. Enough pain finally relieved me from my service. The careless no longer pretended to care, as I was now free enough to walk away. I continue on, towards my place of death. On my way there, I have selfishly conceived a child. The god of the uncaring will not have her and I will not abandon her to their indiference. I will serve by nursing my mind and my will. I will show her love to not be contained. She will not learn from me to shy from pain, but to sing it and dance it and scream it. We walk together for some little while.

by Fernando Da Luz