Strangers asked my aunt,
swollen stomach carried gracefully,
what she’d like her baby to be.
Healthy was the obligatory response
given with pride
ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes.
Her eyes mirrored expressions
of her first marriage and faded bruises
and I knew what she was thinking;
a boy, please, I want a boy.
She knew
being a girl has no advantages
but unwanted attraction
and hidden marks
set by evil hands.
He was born a healthy baby boy,
15 months old now with chubby cheeks
and six pearly teeth.
And yet I still wonder,
what about me?

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Zara D Hayes.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?