One woman's perspective of (twin) parenting (and other thoughts about things)
My womb’s gone wonky
But I can’t tell you how
Because I haven’t been given the language
To talk about it
(It is best not to teach
People with wombs
How their wombs work
Because people with wombs
Find it hard to understand
How things work)
My womb’s gone wonky
Perhaps it’s The Change
…into what?
Do I get to choose?!
(It is best not to allow
People with wombs
To choose things
Because people with wombs
Will only go and choose
The wrong things)
My womb’s gone wonky
Should I turn it off and on again?
I tried to check the manual
But it’s password protected.
(It is best not to encourage
People with wombs
To fiddle with the hardware
Because they’ll only break it)
My womb’s gone wonky.
But the symptoms on this leaflet
Sound remarkably like the things I might experience
On an unremarkable Tuesday in June
(It is best not to prioritise
People with wombs
When doing research
It is much safer to ask
People without wombs
How they feel
About wombs)
My womb’s gone wonky
And my eyes
And my boobs
And my joints
And my muscles
And my skin
Any my mood
And my sex drive
And my sleep
And it isn’t fair to sweat this much and still put on weight.
My womb’s gone wonky
And suddenly a society that seemed
Overly concerned with what I do with it
Is avoiding eye contact and shuffling its feet
My womb’s gone won–
Hang on, if you don’t want it anymore…
…can I have it back now?