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he sat me down to "reason" with me under the breadfruit tree telling me i must have children as if all i am is a receptacle for sperm it is like this sometimes with men they think they are allowed to use biology to dictate your choices as though having the power to grow life … Continue reading under the breadfruit tree
As we rode the tuk-tuk across the Bassac River, my aunt pushed her head against mine and asked in a low, conspiratorial voice, "So, don't you think it's time for you to get married and start a family? Do you have any plans?" It was a month into my 3-month stay in Cambodia. My parents … Continue reading get down to plant a seed
instead of grandchildren i birth poems about and for my parents which i rarely show to them i tuck them away in public corners of the internet and dwell in the uncertainty of whether they have ever stumbled onto them never knowing whether the pieces delight or horrify it is easier for children never to … Continue reading procreation, 3
i can hear the heartbreak in my mother's voice when she repeats back to me regretfully confirmation of my desire to never bear children it's been more than a decade since i first made the declaration but of course it's never been real to her until now, as i stand here well past the beginning … Continue reading procreation
