I Slice Myself In Pieces

I slice myself in pieces

For the sake of simplicity.

Sanity.

I try to remember that I am a woman

Even though my "womanly parts"

Feel like they were made for the entry of another

Into this world

Rather than a place where pleasure lives.

I am half woman

Half mother

Because I am not sure

That they are one in the same.

The world wants us to be one

But we can't

Or if we can, we suffer.

We can't be both

Because the weight of all the expectations

Of being both a woman and a mother

Would crush us

Would crush any living man.

There is no peace in the heart

Of a woman

Who tries to rise

To the impossible heights

Of being everything

To everyone.