Womb Carrier No More

Dear Womb Carrier…

Yeah, I said what I said.

Don’t confuse carrying me

with actually raising me.

Let’s get something straight. (hmm)

I cannot call you Mother,

you only carried me,

Nine months in your body doesn’t mean you parented me.

You gave me life,

but you never gave me peace,

So don’t expect a title just because you gave birth to me.

If you leave this Earth,

then let the record show,

You’re another soul on borrowed time — we all gotta go.

Six feet under? Nah,

that ain’t deep enough,

Eight feet down with the diamonds in the rough.

You thought I’d break down?

Thought I’d beg you to stay?

Thought your absence would destroy me someday?

Oh, wait… you thought?

Oops — my mistake.

You’re the worst regret I ever had to carry in my wake.

You’re a dead leaf on a dying tree,

Waiting on the wind to finally set you free.

You thought I needed you?

Girl, please. I learned how to survive without you on my knees.

I’m not your victim,

I’m not your regret,

I stopped carrying burdens that I never should’ve met.

You carried me once — Now look at me: I became the

mother you never chose to be. (oh) (yeah) I

will no longer fret,

I’m protecting myself, Put my peace on the shelf?

Nah, I’m protecting my health.

I was placed on this Earth with a purpose and direction,

And that purpose was never begging for your affection.

I had to become strong when you should’ve been there,

Had to learn independence when you should’ve cared.

You gave me a beginning,

but you weren’t the whole story,

I built myself up and reclaimed all my glory.

Now I’m a mother

— and I know what that means,

It means showing up,

protecting, fulfilling the needs.

It means giving your child what you wished you received,

Not repeating the cycle just because you’re the queen. (hmm-hmm)

You’re a dead leaf on a dying tree,

Waiting on the wind to finally set you free.

You thought I’d chase you?

No, not me. I found my freedom when I finally chose me.

I’m not your victim,

I’m not your regret,

I stopped carrying burdens that I never should’ve met.

You carried me once — Now look at me: I became the

mother you never chose to be. (oh-oh) (yeah)

Womb Carrier

— that’s all I’ll call you,

Because “Mother” is a title I can’t just hand to you.

Blood makes you related,

But love makes you family.

And the hardest truth I learned?

You were never there for me.

So don’t ask why I’m distant,

Don’t ask why I changed.

You taught me how to leave when love becomes pain.

I stopped waiting for an apology,

Stopped waiting for you to see.

The moment I stopped needing you was the moment I found me. (ahhhh)

So here’s your farewell — no tears in my eyes,

No guilt in my heart and no need for disguise.

You thought you had power because you gave me my name,

But I became somebody despite the pain.

I’m not the little girl waiting outside your door,

I’m the woman who knows she deserves something more.

You can keep every excuse,

every lie, every scar,

I turned every wound into knowing who I are.

You were my beginning,

But you are not my end.

I don’t need a womb carrier

— I needed a mother,

a protector,

a friend. And now I understand what I couldn’t see: You carried

me into this world… But I carried myself to who I’m meant

to be. (yeah) (ooh)

Dear Womb Carrier…

No hate.

No begging.

No regret.

Just boundaries.

Just truth.

Just me.

You carried me.

I raised me. (hummmm)