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Feb 2013
She begged me never to leave

I pleaded to the same degree

She said she's having my baby

I joined the ˈmiləˌterē

She claimed to be high risk

I exclaimed "We are better than this!"

She explained the reason: diabetic

I replied "Your excuses are emetic."

She mentioned money would help set her pace

I sent several hundreds to take my place

She disappeared without a trace

I, broken and weary, continued the race.
Part 10 of the Kutisha series "kukata tamaa"
This is the first and last poem I will write about Salina, the mother of my daughter.
© February 1st, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
Timothy Brown
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Timothy Brown  27/M/America
(27/M/America)   
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