If you could have our child,
as a woman
I would
hold your hand
in labour when you
man spread all across the
hopsital bed,
your hairy legs caught in
the metal traps of
pain,
I would hold your hand,
when I heard your cries
again and again,
with tears in your eyes
but to my own uterus I hold disdain,
why do I have to be the one in pain?
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PM is British-Indian, queer, spoken word poet, who will literally write about anything. If you’ve breathed around her, chances are you’re in a poem and she’s performed it already. Currently, she’s hosting AQ Arts London’s Instagram bi-weekly show 'Shout: Live'. If she’s not doing that, you’ll find her crying over all the anime, book and video-game characters she’s become far too invested in. You can find her debut audiobook 'From AM to PM: poems to help you through the day' on Google Play, Apple Books, Scribd & Kobo Market.
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