"oraybe" poems
Some nights I stay awake
Wondering how it would have been
Being awake because of a crying baby.
But, some nights I snore all the way to day break
Feeling light and relieved not regretting a bit.
I curse that day.
Some days I walk the streets free
With pride I walk the streets tall
With my face glittering with innocence
But somedays, I hang my head in shame
People stare at me with cold eyes
As if they see the guilt i hide
Behind my convincing smile.
I curse that day.
Sometimes I wonder how it would have felt
Carrying a life in my own womb
Sometimes I wonder how it would have felt
Breathing into a new life
But I didn't wait to feel.
I curse that day.
Sometimes I wonder how weird the cravings would
have been
Sometimes I wonder how it would have felt feeling
the first kick
Sometimes I wonder how it would be like delivering
a new life
How it would be bringing a new life to earth.
I curse that day.
I keep wondering if
It would have been a boy or a girl
But I didn't wait to see
I didn't wait to see
I didn't wait to feel the joy
Of holding her in my arms
The joy of breast feeding her, bathing her,
combing her hair and decorating it with coloured
ribbons.
But I didn't wait to feel.
I curse the day.
At times I find myself
Admiring toddler dresses at shops
Wondering if she would have loved
An Elsa dress, a Cinderella dress or a
Snow white drrss
Oraybe she would have loved a Rapunzel dress
But I didn't wait to see
I curse that day.
I couldn't imagine the disgrace I would have faced
I did it to save my pride, save my dignity.
Sometimes I feel I made the right decision
But sometimes I feel it was a mistake
And I can't tell what's worse
Admitting am a coward or admitting am a murderer.
But I keep singing it to convince myself 'IT WAS
JUST A SIMPLY ABORTION'
# Treeweezy_d_poet_ ©2018
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC