Ample Pie
Fattitude Problem
~BBW, Poetry, Introspecton - A patient responds to her physicians prognosis of barreness
[Author's Note: I wrote this poem after my doctor told me I was too fat to ever be able to have children. I guess this poem is my reaction to that, my way of mourning it and learning to live with it and letting it go. Whether my doctor's opinion is correct or not, I have no idea, this poem is not a scientific debate over weight issues, it's just my gut reaction to his assertion that my weight would prevent me from ever being a mother.]
mother's blood,
i suckled,
i leeched,
i lived.
mother's marrow,
broken like bread,
nourished me.
i am bone of her bone.
and i am hollow,
nothing to pass on,
no way to pass it on.
and my blood runs
for nothing.
for no one.
in me,
just the soured
fetid
milk of broken promise.
my womb--a question
that will always go
unasked
unanswered
Unwoman.
[Author's Note: I wrote this poem after my doctor told me I was too fat to ever be able to have children. I guess this poem is my reaction to that, my way of mourning it and learning to live with it and letting it go. Whether my doctor's opinion is correct or not, I have no idea, this poem is not a scientific debate over weight issues, it's just my gut reaction to his assertion that my weight would prevent me from ever being a mother.]
Unwoman
by Rebecca
by Rebecca
mother's blood,
i suckled,
i leeched,
i lived.
mother's marrow,
broken like bread,
nourished me.
i am bone of her bone.
and i am hollow,
nothing to pass on,
no way to pass it on.
and my blood runs
for nothing.
for no one.
in me,
just the soured
fetid
milk of broken promise.
my womb--a question
that will always go
unasked
unanswered
Unwoman.
