Dimpra Kaleem Poet Ballad

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

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David Smith January 13, 2022 at 10:25 AM Since you were brave enough to put this out there it is fitting to respond in kind. Writing is your calling and your passion and the saving of not just yourself but others who are in need of the hope that still beats strong in you. I believe strongly that poetry from the heart can soften other hearts that are cruel. Keep using your talent, it is sadly needed by too many. Regards David in NZ. PS Our grandson is 3 on February 2nd