Sometimes by Hania Anwar

Sometimes by Hania Anwar

Author: Maggie Devers September 18, 2025 Duration: 2:22

Sometimes

by Hania Anwar

Sometimes
I wish I was born a
Man
in true Plath-ian fashion
to roam the desolate fields
at Dusky Dawn
without the gripping fear
of being stripped bare and
Torn
If I were a Man I wonder
would I fight half as much with my mother?
Would she chastise me for not wordlessly helping
around the house were I a Son and not a
daughter?
Would my father have turned away the childish outstretched hand
that reached towards his noisy busy factory
were I a Son and not a
daughter?
If I were a Man
would I have worried about unborn children
part of un-lived futures and the thousand ways I would
Fail them?
The only reason Rhett could say he didn’t
“Give a damn”
was because he was a Man
I was born with all the Damns in the world crammed into me
Until I began to
Choke

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