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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment