You said, “One day we’ll hear little feet
running wild — won’t that be sweet?”
And I just smiled,
but I knew
you were wrong
that dream was yours.
I like children,
They’re soft and bright, they laugh like this—
But I don’t feel that pull inside
I never have, don’t ask me why
and I won’t lie.

Motherhood is not for me
not ‘cause I’m cold, not ‘cause I’m scared.
You say it’s selfish—do you mean that?
You think I’m broken—what if it’s choice?
It’s not your fault, it isn’t mine—
This isn’t hate, isn’t fear
It’s love that says: not now, not here.

You raise your voice, say, “That’s not fair
You knew I wanted more to share”
I say, “I love you, but not enough
To fake a dream that is not mine.”
You say, “Your mother wants one too—
She asks if something’s wrong with you.”
I say, “She had her chance, she chose her way.
I get to choose mine—let that stay.”

Motherhood is not for me.
you want a future that’s not mine
Call it selfish, call it loss,
not every road was meant for me.
It’s just a feeling I can’t fold.
This isn’t hate, this isn’t fear
It’s love that says: not now, not here

You say, “You’ll change, when time has passed”
Then add, “Maybe you should talk to someone”
As if my choice is just a scar
A broken thread, a faulty part.

Motherhood is not for me
not ‘cause I’m cold, not ‘cause I’m scared.
You say it’s selfish—do you mean that?
You think I’m broken—what if it’s choice?
what if it’s choice?
what if it’s choice?