Poem- Tokophobia,primary.


Without us, there would be no you. It’s funny to consider.

Our sex determines so much and sometimes it’s

A crutch.

Sometimes it’s a form of torture.

To be distorted from the inside.


I have to give up so much while you so little. Why?

I must burn to create something ‘wonderful’.

But you?

You remain intact as the day you came.

To remain perfect.


Pain equals gain or so we’re told. It’s seems contradictory.

For you, it’s a simple decision. For me, it’s

An end.




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