Carved open, weeping when she had to walk to recover
To child-bear is to be a martyr
As I slept soundly in another ward
Such a scar, and I'm no reward
If I don't want to be your mother
Does that make me a bad daughter?
Oh, this womb is my nemesis
My prison is my uterus
"Why are you so against having a family?"
What if you ask, "Why did you have me?"
And I say "I can't lie to you, kid…"
"I didn't want you, your grandparents did."
If I don't want to be your mother
Does that make me a bad daughter?
Oh, this womb is my nemesis
My prison is my uterus
I have no room for you in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
I have no room for you in that part
You're not even in there and I'm tearing you apart
If I don't want to be your mother
Does that make me a bad daughter?
Oh, this womb is my nemesis
My prison is my uterus
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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Comments (2)
Very heartfelt that was. Outstanding and appreciate your effort!
The repetition of certain lines emphasizes the internal turmoil and the heartbreaking realization of not wanting to be a mother. It invites reflection and empathy, shedding light on the complexities of personal choices and societal pressures, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.