What am I

But a woman and a womb?

A basket or a tomb?

A statistic of sorts

An application form

Filled with noughts

 

I have a story to tell

And so much frustration I could yell

In the lexicon of womanhood

I still count!

I want you to hear me out!

 

Please listen with your heart

And not your ears

My life and decisions

Were not always mine

And frequently filled with tears.

 

And now that time is over

And I find myself so much older!

The younger woman that was me

Had so many options that she could be!

And so my title will be never be “mother"

And I find myself relegated to the

title of “other”.

But please don’t feel sorry for me!

I’m going to grow and develop and be all that I can be.

I’ve learned how to lose and how to give

I’ve learned how to love

And how to live

A life that is mine

And not just mark time.

 

 

Susan

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