The day I was born I fought back. Crammed up as high as I could go with my back against the light. I wonder if I knew then. But in the world came to collect me, metal on flesh And they pulled me out in spite of myself. My mother tells me that I refused to open my eyes for weeks. I just kept my face and my fists scrunched up, blocking out the glare. I wonder if I knew then... that as soon as I let the world in, it would start the gruesome work of dissembling me. Putting me bac