Missing Child

As I examine the state of my cum stained bra Fresh from the laundry but still somehow far From clean of reminders so obvious still Of so many lovers with issues to spill On me not in me for that's not my worth To make me feel dirty Not meant to give birth To the life that would surly be born to this shame Of being a whore unable to gain A child that would somehow validate me As woman, a mother for someone to see That there is more to this unhappy mess More that the girl in the tight fitting dress But even with both ankles in hand Avoiding the thoughts of babies unplanned You still take the time from your animal lust To remove yourself and cum on my bust Thinking I like it That it turns me on Well I'm here to tell you You're horribly wrong So next time we meet Do something for me Pour me a drink And see what I see A woman A mother A soul incomplete So kiss my hand and pull out my seat Talk about the things that I need Fall in love with me Help me plant the seed That one day would help me bring calm To a life so messed up And so full of harm So full of hate For this life chosen for me By some cruel twist of fate. The End