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Postponed
The thing I fear the most in this world is bearing a child
Society wants me to believe that this is against my nature
But I was not born with the maternal instinct to nurture
Or if I was, it was ground down by who I called mother
Or maybe because I was thirteen
When I was shown how babies were made
(Months of me carrying only shame)
Or when Mother drove me to the Women’s Christian Clinic
Without a word of what would proceed
(I still can’t go to the gynecologist)
Maybe because my adolescent hormones changed
When I was put on the pill
(Or maybe because an unborn child was more protected
From society than myself)
Maybe because a child doesn’t deserve
To dwell in a place that I’ve loathed for so long
(Or maybe the realization struck
‘I shouldn't be a mother’, a generation postponed).
Society wants me to believe that this is against my nature
But I was not born with the maternal instinct to nurture
Or if I was, it was ground down by who I called mother
Or maybe because I was thirteen
When I was shown how babies were made
(Months of me carrying only shame)
Or when Mother drove me to the Women’s Christian Clinic
Without a word of what would proceed
(I still can’t go to the gynecologist)
Maybe because my adolescent hormones changed
When I was put on the pill
(Or maybe because an unborn child was more protected
From society than myself)
Maybe because a child doesn’t deserve
To dwell in a place that I’ve loathed for so long
(Or maybe the realization struck
‘I shouldn't be a mother’, a generation postponed).
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