Poetry

Dirge Of The Sterile Trans Woman

Childhood dreams dashed and mercilessly destroyed because of the cruel nature of being born male.

TW: for dysphoria relating to being unable to be pregnant, self-hatred, feminine rage, and graphic language.

I want to scream and cry
at the injustice of it all.
why can’t I carry babies?
why can’t I be pregnant?
why do I feel like an incomplete, worthless, and defective woman?

It should be me that’s pregnant.
not my wife,
not my partner,
no one but me!

I feel dejected and despondent.
how ever will I be a mother otherwise?
don’t feed me tripe about sperm freezing!
believe me “fathering” a child is the last thing I want to do.
I should have been born with a uterus.

Don’t feed me the tripe about some cis women being infertile.
JUST DON’T.
I’m DONE! You hear me?!
You hear me?!

Childhood dreams dashed and mercilessly destroyed
because of the cruel nature of being born male.

This story was about: Community Gender Identities Politics Trans

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Anitha (she/her) is a Tamil-origin trans woman who adores all things poetry. Some of her favorite poets include Audre Lorde, Margaret Atwood, and Salma. She's a (self-described) rom-com bimbo, a gate-keepy melophile, and a bibliophile (especially when it comes to her favorite darlings: history and politics). Find her on her accursed Tumblr: Specters of Marx (tumblr.com).
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