A Poem Written in Mama's Womb

My body is a poem written in my mothers’ womb

with four letters of inconsolable doom

My creative system is experiencing a lutropin overdose

unable to create poems like children beneath adipose

My eyes, I fear, can no longer pass over Darwish’s words

And feel the urge to write poems on lands they’ve taken away from two thirds

My adipocytes are growing is size

But my impact in this word is not growing likewise

But what can I do when I am a poem written in mama’s womb

with letters A, T, G, and C, like nucleotides, coding inconsolable doom