PROSE AND CONS

PROSE AND CONS

I want to have a child,

But I wasn’t born with ovaries,

I wasn’t born with a uterus.

I’ll need to ally myself

With a woman,

Lie to a woman,

Lie with a woman,

Lie to myself

I wasn’t born with good eyes,

So I take the arm of good Samaritans,

Or I allow them to take hold of my hand.

To understand the world,

I borrow the sight of others,

The words they use to build

The world I need to know.

Permission granted.

I wasn’t born with sorrow:

I acquired it

From strangers who mistook

My gift for a disability.

Without sight, I write

The world into existence,

Pull words from thin air

And give them to my stories.

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