#afab
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
I'm crying for a girl who never existed.
One who failed but always persisted,
to try and figure out
what makes one woman.
these thoughts about gender felt like a shout,
but this 'girl' was still figuring it out.
Now this person mourns the loss,
of this gender that felt like an albatross.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 6:59 PM UTC
It's tight around my chest
Like a snake that won't stop to rest
Why is it that now I finally feel free?
The mirror can show the real me
I struggle to take in a breath
I wonder silently if this is death
I was always told not to use Ace
I heard a snap, my ribs displace
It's painful as all hell
I dont care as I say my last farewell
My death bed wrapped around my chest
If only I was born without these *******
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC