mama, i was born a mother
my first word was ‘brother’
i looked to him, your son, with the same blinding love you did
i was born with soft arms to hold you,
and a soft smile to heal your heart,
and a soft heart to hold your soul
mama, the day came when i was meant to become a woman
when that womb would learn it was meant to hold something
mama, that day, you told me to smile my soft smile, because i would ‘become a woman’
but mama, my soft arms could already hold you,
and my soft heart could already hold your soul
mama, why do i have to bleed?
my heart is so full, but every month, that womb cries that it’s empty
i can hold everything i want to hold without ‘becoming a woman’
but that womb won’t stop crying
it’s an insatiable, bawling baby. and the whole world says it just needs ‘milk’, and then i’ll be a proper mother
but mama, i was _born_ a mother
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
mama, i was born a mother
my first word was ‘brother’
i looked to him, your son, with the same blinding love you did
i was born with soft arms to hold you,
and a soft smile to heal your heart,
and a soft heart to hold your soul
mama, the day came when i was meant to become a woman
when that womb would learn it was meant to hold something
mama, that day, you told me to smile my soft smile, because i would ‘become a woman’
but mama, my soft arms could already hold you,
and my soft heart could already hold your soul
mama, why do i have to bleed?
my heart is so full, but every month, that womb cries that it’s empty
i can hold everything i want to hold without ‘becoming a woman’
but that womb won’t stop crying
it’s an insatiable, bawling baby. and the whole world says it just needs ‘milk’, and then i’ll be a proper mother
but mama, i was _born_ a mother
something about the narrative of people, specifically AFABs, being reduced to their biology when they are born with so much love and purpose already
+ tidbits of my own discomfort with my body… gender dysphoria and the like. but even beyond gender, the idea of being pregnant makes me really uncomfortable somehow. does anyone else feel that way? even if you don’t have the anatomy to be pregnant, i want you to imagine it. could you be okay with that, having a whole other life inside you, squeezing it out of you?
and if you have been pregnant, and you want to share your own feelings, please do. i know many people take pride in it and find it beautiful, and i find it powerful too, but i can’t help my feelings of visceral discomfort.
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