on turning thirty
by valentinestavrou
my body’s betraying me following the path of nature
i was given&never asked for
soft fat around my tummy looks motherly
my thighs follow their mediterranean mould
my hips mock my early twenties jeans
&i can’t bear to answer yet another question
when will you be a mother are you ever getting married
a grandchild will make me so happy
at home,
i speak to my body trying to make it understand that
im not ready, i might never be
i keep explaining that motherhood is a choice
the mirror keeps hinting
that at almost thirty
i’ve failed
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