by Sophie Ulin, Staff Writer
Illustrated by Summer Cushman
I was told from a young age The plan You know the one Get A’s Means Ivy League Means Good job Means good life “Good life” Is it not enough to be in this moment To be here To be happy No. My future was constantly brought up, From what religion my husband would be, To the thought of children, But what if I– No. Your hips are made for this, You are made for this Children don’t often want children And the thought of my insides being torn apart Ripped the idea from my thoughts Never Never will I let something, someone, ruin my body “You’ll change your mind” No. Or maybe. It truly is a magical thing I was made for this This greater purpose For you to rip me apart and sow me back together To smile for the first time Only to have me forget what the world was like before A human, A baby, Growing inside a woman Is perhaps The most womanly thing I can imagine Giving life Women are incredible Invincible Without me, There is no one to populate Without us, We disappear It is worth the pain, The anguish Because we are real life superheroes We are the momentum that keeps them moving Never hearing a thank you Only to realize that their biggest mistake Was not the insults Was not the mistreatment It was underestimating me.