I have a letter for you
A letter birthed deep in my heart
And fostered longer on my lips
Longer than I have cared for it exist
But alas, here we are
First of all let me just say
I hear you.
WE hear you
All of us ‘youngings’
Us with dreams and ambitions that you bore in us
Us, queer wild with the world at our feet
Us with virile appetites and fertile loins
And yes, us with absolutely no desire to sire
Hear these words,
Solemn from our parched tongues
We beg of you, stop already
We are tired-I am exhausted
I am fed up with questions
‘So when will there be a little one of your own running around?’
‘Can’t you see? Your clock is ticking. Better start early.. ‘
As if my delay will cause a sudden seismic shift in the universe
Pitting me against myself
In a race that neither has a winner or a loser
Yet at every turn when I say
‘NO. I never want any’
Right there, your jaw drops..
‘How dare you!?! Are you not a woman? ‘
‘What woman does not want a family??!’
Well we exist,
Which is neither here or there
Since A, it is nobody’s business but my own
But also B, how can I possibly??
I of conscious mind
This awakened heart
After all that I have heard
All I have endured in my short life
How do I perceive to love an innocent
Yet condemn them to this fate??
This rotting rock that is deathly allergic to change
Averse to healing yet desperate in its need of it?
Seeing all that I have seen
With both my eyes
And all that’s been passed down through generations??
What love is this
To let an innocent perish
Yet their only sin is existence?
Can’t YOU see??
It is folly
Utterly futile this question
When all around
I see nothing but suffering
I see persecution
I see injustice
I see greed and corruption
A society corroded
But refuses to fix itself
I refuse to do that to another human being
I’m no Nightingale
None of us are
But the price that is life is too high
The reward to only a choice few.
Children are meant a blessing
Never a burden
To themselves nonetheless
So forgive me my ‘blasphemous’ words
I could care less
This world is meant for the living
And by all that’s holy
I will first live
And then let live
Our Planet Is So Fucked That Some Women Are Choosing to Not Have Kids.. Seriously
So in my daily online patrols, I chanced upon this article that basically provides back up for this poem which I wrote on a sporadic time by my lonesome. I had been reflecting on the many choices I as a woman (not forgetting my blatant queerness btw) have to make to appease society in general vis-à-vis the consequences of said choices.
Putting pen to paper on this subject greatly relieved my mental anguish in as much as it awoke the reality of the world as it is. All that said, I really hope both prove a worthwhile read as it was such a pleasure for me to write.
To light, love and the breadth that is life