'To think that I spent three quarters of a year inside her belly. Breathing inside her. Moving inside her. Becoming inside her.'
A poem which attempts to delineate the dominant (mis)representations of women in society that often spell doom for the healthy development of a female individual's identity.
It seems intolerable to some that the act of being a mother, and a working one at that, be performed in any other way save for that which has …
A poem from the perspective of a mother yearning to spend time with her daughter.