- Jet van Groningen
FAKE FOLDED FAMILIES

Do not ask me who the
bearer is of our c h i l d r e n
Do not ask me who the
male-influencer is of our boy
Do not ask me what the
creases are of our so-called
fake folded family
Do not ask me who the
soft-caressing mother
Do not ask me who the
air-jumping dadmother
Do not ask me nothing
before you question you
and the beliefs you hold
About men who can carry
children in their wombs
About women who feed
from binded-down breasts
About women who love women
About men who love men
About hers that love them
About hims that love all
About us who love our children
About us who will raise them
To find ordinary in the outlandish
To find ordinary in the off-road
To find ordinary in the alternatives
To find love in all the weird places
To find love in the gender-juggle
I will never explain
to you my
definition
of
parenthood
for
it is not me who is
responsible for the softening
of boundaries that outstretch
the capacity of your tedious mind
It is not me who is fakefolded
It is you who has to learn that
laundry can also be hanged