This is Not My Story

The mother I will never become. The mother I so desired to be. And desire Herself. She has changed for me. Why?
I have never considered life to be unfair. Unjust. Yet here I Am. Drawing. Listening to the tales of kicking child.
The parents exchanging stories. And I, while drawing this first mother, cry. Openly. This is not my story. I am dead inside my womb.

Graphite on paper
19″ x 24″

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