A dead child is worth the love
S/he is lucky to not be born
But are you?
Oh, you were birthed alright.
But you died a few years back
When his fist first found your pretty face
Only this time, it wasn’t in adoration
Come to think of it,
It’s your fault shey?
You somehow caused it
How could you dare to not be perfect
Such guts you have to be a clumsy being
To have friends come over or talk to family members
When you have him.
How dare you work or even have a life
Didn’t you swear on the alter to be his and his alone
He loves you, he can never hurt you
And every pelt you felt
Was well deserved, right?
Darling, you’re doing just fine innit?
And all those nosy friends that just won’t mind their business. Pffft.
They don’t understand your clumsiness
And how you’re always tripping and running into doors
Or hitting and scratching yourself on walls
He loves you, he’ll never hurt you.
Who are you to complain anyways
After all, there are tons of women out there
Who’ll kill to call him theirs
Nobody is perfect.
You’re indeed lucky dear
So, your child died in you when you accidentally slipped again today.
And while he snores lightly in that delightful way you love
Tears running down like tiny rivers pooling at an ocean.
And you cry for your dead baby.
But darling, when will your mother cry?
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Originally posted 2014-08-13 11:59:42.