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I have never had a son.
Last night I dreamt about having one
And watched a woman cooing over hers.
I wondered if it was the man inside her
That she was adoring
On the outside.
I wondered whether I would love
A son more than my husband
As so many women do
Because my son would be
That male part of me
That my husband would never be.
The man in my own image,
Who would never steal my crown.
I wondered whether having the man
On the outside
Freed mothers of sons
To concentrate on the female
On the inside,
To be beautiful and manicured,
With long flowing hair
On the altar of their sons.
Giving birth to the Other:
Male coming out of female.