Personhood

I am a person
I used to scream into the abyss
Asserting myself to faceless demons
I am a PERSON
Now, 7 years later
My pants around my ankles
Boobs never quite tucked away
(Motherhood seems a little undignified in these moments)
As my baby cries for the only person, it seems, who can settle her
Those words come to me again
A bit glumly, yes.
I am a person.
And thinking back to the last time I had to say it
I feel a bit smug
I AM a person.
And now I must go nurse my baby