My visible scars tell of a completely altered story more sinister than the presence of the remnants of the emotional toil I have endured. I am stronger than what you said I was. I am better than what you once convinced me to believe. I soar. 

I AM WOMB-man. 

The rich melanin in my skin that was given to me by the gods and goddesses I call ancestors instills in me the courage I need to look fear in the face and say not TUHDAY. I win because I have to. I live because where there is life there is also light. I thrive. 

I AM WOMB-man. 

I am very much my past, present and future. All of these things determined who I was, am as well as who I will be. The shadows are no longer there where I kept some of the ugliest things I didn’t even want to know about myself. I wear that ugly with my head held high as a badge of honor in the physical, mental and emotional present. I live. 

I AM WOMB-man. 

I am a slave to the expectations of society. I hide the evidence and presence of my ability to give life. I daydream over what could be if I loose that final baby weight even though my child is four years old. I fantasize about what it’s like to be waited on hand and foot with a nanny for each child. My reality greets me with multiple duties that I must fulfill daily before doing them all over again the next day. I dream. 

I AM WOMB-man. 

From WOMB-man, nations are birthed. We are the givers and sustainers of life. Without WOMB-man time stands still. No meals are prepared, no hair will be groomed, no egos will be stroked and no voices of reason will be heard. WE are the nucleus and balance that is so desperately needed to restore equilibrium in an ever changing dysfunctional world. 

I AM WOMB-man. 

Happy Mother’s Day my QUEENS! Today is reserved to honor US. I salute each and everyone of you that have and are sticking this ultimate commitment out. 

“Becoming a mother changes you forever. I am better because of it”-Z. Reed 💋👧🏾👦🏾