Age thirteen, I had just started to bleed,
when a blinding light proclaimed
my body drafted as a vessel
for new life, a divine being, long-awaited.

I know this makes me special but I can’t
help wishing someone else were chosen.
I’m just an ordinary girl looking
forward to an ordinary life.  Does
it seem quite fair to be used this way–
my body colonized for purposes
not my own?