I know that I'm a danger
To myself and infant dears
But when I see them sleeping
I cannot hide my fears
I lift those darlings in my arms
I rock them till they snore
And as they doze I draw the dose
A murder minus gore
They slip away in little spurts
With tears I watch them go
But they will be far safer
Once their bodies sleep below
Some people call it evil
But I think it's rather smart
To save them from the hurting
Before the hurting starts
And why should all those women
Have babies anyways
When I can never have one
That fights and breathes and stays
I think my way is better
It's a mercy not to feel
And hopefully God cuts me
A lucky sort of deal
For I deserve a happy end
I've tired of this mess
But I believe I'll suffer still
I know I'm owed far less
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Wicked Women
PoetryWicked Women is a collection of poems written from the eyes of history's most maligned and hated women. This collection explores what motivated these "evil" women to commit murders, robberies, and other infamous crimes and offers a glimpse beyond th...
