Unexplained infertility
That was the diagnosis
No medical reason
Why this black girl couldn’t conceive
I’m broken
I cried out “My God why have you forsaken me?”
“Options” was what the doctor said
“You have options”
In a cloudy haze I listened as this man
Began to explain my uterus
My womb
The core of my existence that was supposed to bring forth life
He was telling me how it worked?
How could he know?
How could he know what I was feeling?
Could he see through my soul and know that
I was burning and screaming
In pain
I was broken
My uterus was the soul of who I am
It was broken
No medical reason
No real diagnosis
Unexplained infertility
Black girl broken
A Thomas Point of View 