I bear the child of ****. I only want what you can't give me The fissure grows in my wombless corpse I am a man who is a cursed woman Male genitalia are just selfish weapons
I bear the child of **** It is not an ordinary child It an evil thing that should not exist When you are all perfect My child and I are mistakes Bearing a kind of impossible stigma
You always have your reasons but it's always unbased The power you wield over me is out of place Stop boasting, stop acting like you're stooping to treat me nice
I bear the child of **** God's act of kindness was a selfish thought I never wanted everything I got I bear the child of **** I bear the child of **** I bear the child of ****
I really don't mean offense to any woman who has carried a physical child from ****. I am willing to hear out any complaints but I do not regret the poem