Asymmetrical

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She races to the bathroom,
Her hair is wild like the woods
She is lost and wandering in,
Hoping the result is negative.

The last time her period greeted her
Was two long months ago.
When the frat party hadn't occurred.
When she hadn't met Jordan.

She awaits the result patiently
Trying to calm herself.
Thinking it's probably not pregnancy
But a weird disease curable.

She sees the result and her
Hand flies to her mouth.
The apparatus drops to the ground,
Taking her along with it too.

She dials his number on the phone
He picks up on the fourth ring.
Asks who is calling,
She replies it's her, Stella.

He doesn't recognise the name
She says it's not important.
All he needs to know is that
He is soon becoming a father.

She hangs up then and there,
He doesn't call back,
Never did she hear from him again,
The baby she did have.

-Written for all the women/ girls who raised up their child single-handedly in the world where everybody is a judge- I'm so proud of you.