There’s no such thing as infertility these days
And that was supposed to comfort me
On my most barren of days,
Among the geri’s
It’s normal to question the future at times like this
So take comfort young woman –
There’s no such thing as infertility these days.
But that line didn’t cut the mustard
Half the woman I used to be
With the single snip of the scissors.
To mourn a life, it’s normal when you experience loss
But I was already mourning a future –
Our future –
Half the woman I could have been
With the solitary swipe of a knife.
But a few years on
And there’s no such thing as half a woman.
I hear you now
And I can speak again
So take comfort young women –
Because there really is life after “Ectopia”.
I just would never have believed it
Until you arrived.