Alexandra’s Poem
When you lost your keys,
Forgot your phone
You lost the stability
When you lost your feels
You lost your sanity
When you lost your fears
You lost your anxiety
When you lost your tears
You lost your honesty
When you lost your dreams
Yes
You lost your modesty
Speed, progress, dynamics,
Where is the diversity of being slow
Taking your time
I know
Your generation relied on flowers
Dates, swans and roller coaster rides
And your father’s permission
But it’s 2023 now
Nudes are the currency of love
So let your soul be naked
Stop shaming
Judging, criticising
And everytime I feel like we are getting there,
Burning the stigma
Everytime i feel good
I hope it will last forever, but it doesn’t
These states
Will wax and wane
In the bad times,
There will always be good times
That’s the way we need to learn to recognize it
And appreciate it
The world has never been black and white
And I’m a clearly a mother now
Alienated from my friends group
Motherhood…huh
I’m overwhelmed, excited, hysterical
Evaluating what’s important
If it’s not phone, keys
Its nappies, naps, nipples
I cry a little when people let me sit down on MTR,
I’m an emotional wreck
A rom-com material
Or is it the internet? Instagram?
What is it for mothers why do we keep blaming them
For societal issues, guilt, anxieties, fears
Passed onto us already when already in labour
Figure of mother is held accountable,
Do you still remember and appreciate your independence?
Always being there, providing care, justice and a
Safe space,
pretending to be a responsible adult
Pay attention to what mothers have to say,
Please
From deep within through their bodies and minds
Paralysing overprotection
Understanding our own mothers now
Hearing the lies of children to cover it all up
to avoid unnecessary fights
It’s the maternal intuition
We treat motherhood as the place of glory, a place of lights
A palace we lodge, or rather bury,
the reality of our own conflicts in an outside world
Out of home space
Universe is a superwoman,
But thanks to all of this, the pregnancy, motherhood, mental health
I’m finally realising what it means to be a fully bodied, rounded human.
