Thursday, March 22, 2018

This is her story

He entered you
Your moon lit waters awaiting
Making his release impatiently urgent
Prioritizing temptation and seduction
Emptying war loads of swimming fighters 
Only to snooze after uttering his address
“Baby are you on the pill”
You cannot believe the contradiction
Exploited expectations for jet lagged contraception
Whose fault is it when two dance the tango
Whose fault is it when newborns crave their bottle
You bottle doubt for 40 weeks praying
God if it’s a miscarriage I’m forgiven of abortion
Your soul now houses the ties of a foreign night 
Your body now houses a home for a generations tomorrow
Crafted and disbelieving you drift 
Daydreaming in the nursery 
Emotions were alone within combustion
Accompanied by the immediates
Painfully sulking and accepting 
Single parents aren’t necessarily barren
Of providing a home and raising children
Yet where is he to share the moments
If you could do it all again
Would you have danced with him?

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