A woman can reproduce
She can do the one thing her body is designed to do.
She can do it without medicine
Without needles
Without doctors
She doesn't need to spend thousands of dollars
Dreaming that this time will be the time
That this treatment will work
That this time will be different than last time
She doesn't pray at night endlessly
To a god she doesn't know is listening
That she doesn't know is real
Wishing on stars that may not be stars at all
Dreaming every night of the only thing she has wanted
Superstitious to a fault
Dying for the one thing she knows she is meant to be
While falling apart at the seams
She will never be the same. How can you expect her to be. Life has changed. Forever.
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