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Perhaps I will grow to become a woman and age to become a mother and I’ll die to prove myself as a mortal.
'To think that I spent three quarters of a year inside her belly. Breathing inside her. Moving inside her. Becoming inside her.'
This poem is a vocalization of the internal and external voices that played into the poet's body as she interacted with her newborn grandchild.
Year after year, the class often gets distracted while I explain plant tissues. But the reproductive system class goes on perfectly, as if in another dimension.
The person that I loved and adored the most in the world was suffering, and I was a helpless onlooker.
The poet tries to make sense of his relationship with his mother.
'It is about the sophistication she tries to buy, with her wardrobe full of muted, monochrome tussar sarees and the mid-length blouse pieces to wear on the body she …
An empathetic letter to the exhausted mother, and to to the mother who does not want to mother.
A personal essay on the life and struggles of women in large households, and how their labour is often overlooked.