Here is the “For My Achondroplasic Child” Poem by anonymous!
For My Achondroplasic Child
Your mother died of cancer, my child.
She died slowy, without drama,
but with great agony.
That’s the answer I gave you when
you asked me why I never
finished writing my first romance.
You took your tiny
and deformed hands
to my face and touched my eyes
with love
and violence.
I stood, I went away: it was
time for your injection: growth
hormons from
men that are even more
dead
than me.-by Luciano R. Mendes
English 