Defective Woman
A Poem/Monologue about infertility
I have a confession to make.
No, I am not a killer, psychopath
Or have some sort of weird sexual fetish
I have a real deep confession, and I need
Someone to talk to.
Get to it? Ok, Ok I am, but this Is not easy for me.
My confess….My confession is that
My vagina is broken
Yeah, you heard me right
I said my vagina is broken
What do I mean broken?
Damaged, Fractured, Altered,
Not working properly, shattered
Pulverized, dismembered, defective
I mean this bitch doesn’t work!
The one thing in life that
I’ve always wanted to be was a mother,
And my broken vagina
Has made damn sure
That dream never comes true.
I feel as if I am defective woman.
What is my purpose in life;
If I can’t procreate?
When I found out for sure that I couldn’t
Have kids, my boyfriend left me.
Yes, I said boyfriend because no
Real man would have left me in my
Deepest and darkest moment.
I am a defective woman & who the
Hell goes to a furniture store and requests
The defective bed or couch? Who wants something
That they know is imperfect?
I often wonder, who will ever love me,
Want me, or make me their wife ,
When I can’t even have children?
I will never know the feeling of life inside of me…
I will never take a pregnancy test and it says YES…
I will never know what my mini me could look like,
Sound like or how they will act.
I have been deprived of that…
Why, because I am a defective woman.
The disease that took motherhood away from me
Continues to attack my body…
And I try not to let it affect my mind and soul….
But it’s hard…
Life goes on….
I guess I can always adopt a child…
However, those aren’t the thoughts
That consume me or remain in my spirit.
I will always feel like a defective woman.
So when you see me,
Please don’t ask me why
I don’t have children or when
I plan to start a family….
Because it is insensitive…
But if you ask me…
I will stand tall, and look you
In your eyes and tell you….
I don’t have children because I am a defective woman.
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