Poem to My Uterus Poem by Lucille Clifton
Poem to My Uterus
You uterus
you have been patient
as a sock
while i have slippered into you
my dead and living children
now
they want to cut you out
stocking i will not need
where i am going
where am i going
old girl
without you
uterus
my bloody print
my estrogen kitchen
my black bag of desire
where can i go
barefoot
without you
where can you go
without me
Your poem is touching and lovely. If you do not mind my asking, have you had the surgery? If not, and if so, please go to www.hersfoundation.org. May I post your poem on Hysterectomy Educational Resources and Services (HERS) facebook page?
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5/5/2024 3:23:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You uterus you have been patient as a sock while i have slippered into you my dead and living children. To my dead loving children. very telling sentence. tony