The womb breeds regret

The womb breeds regret - poem

How am I redundant,

I am the procreator,

I am the raiser,

Some have the nerve to say I hold a stronger connection to the child for we were once binded as one,

I am the producer,

And therefore forced to do nothing else,

No, not because of concern or worry that perhaps our innards would explode from the fumes of life,

No, its because woman cant handle the blatant truth,

They say that we do not understand because real life is hard,

We don't know what we’re going into.

They tell us we don't know better and therefore are imprisoned in the cage, we must grow to love,

But is that really the point?

Let me fall,

Let those years of fury be the most relishing of my life,

Isn't the point of this choice?

Freedom is revoked because of the fear of subjugation.

They shame us due to our innocence and ignorance,

Yet never let us be free,

What do you want from a woman?

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Distraught, disfigured, shattered, How do I leave my demons? How do I find a cure? Within these walls, hope has brewed, Translucent and pure, like a fleeting dream, Let us depart, venture into the unknown. Before departure, This maiden, she spared a glance behind, Through her watery waterline, The deception, She realised nobody was waiting, And so she plunges forward, into the depths of madness, Let us follow, embrace her uncharted path, Even if we must fall, Lets join her Past foggy glasses, We learn the essence of joy, To confront our fears or be crippled by our despairs, The choice is ours to make, For destiny is completely malleable if you hit hard enough

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