You became pregnant again.
A baby boy.
The doctors and doulas confirmed.
The superstitious pointed to your belly.
The way that it rounded completely.
Only a boy can round a belly like that.
You boarded a plane at 8 months.
To deliver on soil.
When the plane landed,
you rubbed your belly.
Told him that he was safe to come out.
That the world was ready for him.
He was the first child born in your lineage,
with a viable passport and rights in sixty years.