i’ve always wondered how you were made,
not in the shallow, human concept
of Conception and Birth

more on how you were
really Made

frankly, i have no idea but
i do have a fine guess

i envision a goddess
dressed in a robe made of
stardust and ****** tears,
resting upon the crescent moon
as she watched over humanity

for some reason,
she loved your mother
very much

she watched her through
lovers, heartbreaks, hardships

she wept
whenever your mother cried,
and made constellations
whenever she smiled

she loved your mother so much
that she gave the gift of You

made with the same material
as the stars, as the full moon,
as the gems she buried
beneath our earth

and i guess
the goddess loved me too

because she gave me
the miracle of meeting you