Term

i was carried past term. 

in my mother’s womb, a girl, a boy, an ‘other’.

now i am a fractured mirror, reflecting the woman i was meant to be, while acting as a woman i am not. 
my mother, suffering artist, suffering woman.

me, her fractured sculpture, ruptured in the kiln. 
a girl, a boy, an ‘other’.

who was i supposed to be? what did the original sketch look like? not like this, surely. 
as time persists, i linger between the walls of change and conformity. each year a mallet to my identity: crack, crack, crack. 

i was carried past term. 

now in my adult youth, a boy, a boy, a boy. 

Adia Witherspoon, 23, USA. Instagram: @spngrlwrites. WordPress: eightyuhh.wordpress.com.