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Pain hits like two semis on the freeway
Clawing through my torso, see they
Told me I’m dramatic
That this pain is just a symptom of the panic
I wait for a knife to present itself
To cut away at the scarred tissue of my thighs
Moving to the flesh that covers over me, I cry
For ovaries that work & a womb that never dries
I carve the broken bits and painful pieces out
So much blood and yet there’s drought
And nothing left but doubt in me
Oh what a beauty she must be outside of me
Hopes and dreams splayed out upon the floor

She wanted more… I wanted more…
She wanted more.. I wanted more!
She wanted more! I wanted more!

Well now… at least the bleedings stopped
And the pain is dulled down to an ache
Of what this body will never make
But oh the symptoms
Thank heaven I’ve relieved them
And relieved me of some duties
Duties that I once wished for
Oh the pain of a soul so tortured
By the gaslighting of our medical epiphanies
That she lets her heart beat for them
Badumph ba-dumph ba- beeeeeeeep
Flatlining against the hopes once had
We were full of them, weren’t we?

She wanted more… I wanted more…
She wanted more.. I wanted more!
She wanted more! I wanted more!

So here’s the effigy
For my want of a hysterectomy