Iâm not a mother and to be completely transparent I donât really want to be one ever. Something struck me so deep in my poetry class last semester that probably pushed me farther into not wanting children, poetry about motherhood. It must be my knack for empathy and passion that connects me so hard to these poems, who knows. I really really love these poems. âMetaphorsâ by Sylvia Plath and âthe motherâ by Gwendolyn Brooks, to name a few. There was an especially hard hitting one about being a stay at home mother, but itâs escaping me in the moment. If I remember it I will come back to this. I have an inkling that fellow women in their 20s may relate to this, and if not I would recommend going down a rabbit hole. Itâs existential but who doesnât love that?