"The Warrior," A Poem

By C.C.

Women bear children. Her function dwells on reproduction...becoming a mom. If you have forgotten this important role, do not fear strangers, family, friends, and acquaintances will serve as personal reminders. "Oh honey you are going to have beautiful children" or "you are going to make a great mother."


Society defines women's successes by the spawn generated from our uteri. If one child strays away and follows the road not taken, their mother has failed.


Rewind. What happens when a woman cannot fulfill society's role? She becomes tainted goods. No, a female must have children, that is their main purpose. Culture offers options to fix the defect: surgery, hormones, egg harvesting, surrogate,  implementation of eggs from another properly working lady. Children are the biggest accomplishment of your life.


FUCKING. PAUSE. I am my biggest accomplishment. Society casts the label misfit. I embody the title warrior. Men view me as dysfunctional where as I view them as unequipped to handle a fierce, independent woman not defined by reproduction.
​ I am not a deficiency.

C.C. is a graduate of Montclair State University with a bachelors in English and a masters in the art of teaching. Writing from raw emotion has been a secret passion of hers up until this past year.  The style of writing strays away from conventional poetry and encompasses a vignette component if a label needs to occur.  She continues to write weekly and resides outside of NYC. To see more of her work, follow her raw_writings page on Instagram.