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Just For A Moment
Today I sat in front of my doctor,
while she smiled and pet down my hair.
She said sadly that I can't have a child
because my body just didn't work that way.
My only response was to cry because the one thing
a woman should be able to do, I couldn't.
I failed at even the biological obligations of my gender.
How can you feel like a woman when you cannot
even bare your lover his son or daughter?
I sat in front of my doctor again and she said
'You're very sick.'
She wasn't sure how I'd make it when my hair was
falling out, and when I cried she held me near.
'It's not cancer, but she's very ill.' She whispered
quietly to my mom.
She broke into tears right there in the office,
and all I could do was close my eyes and run away,
believe that it was all going to be okay.
Just for a moment I was far across the world,
being held by the man that I love.
And just for a moment I wasn't scared
of what I was, or my future, as long as
he was there.
while she smiled and pet down my hair.
She said sadly that I can't have a child
because my body just didn't work that way.
My only response was to cry because the one thing
a woman should be able to do, I couldn't.
I failed at even the biological obligations of my gender.
How can you feel like a woman when you cannot
even bare your lover his son or daughter?
I sat in front of my doctor again and she said
'You're very sick.'
She wasn't sure how I'd make it when my hair was
falling out, and when I cried she held me near.
'It's not cancer, but she's very ill.' She whispered
quietly to my mom.
She broke into tears right there in the office,
and all I could do was close my eyes and run away,
believe that it was all going to be okay.
Just for a moment I was far across the world,
being held by the man that I love.
And just for a moment I wasn't scared
of what I was, or my future, as long as
he was there.
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