What is life you may ask.Before you even know it &
besides the one that lives inside,
I am the gateway.
A woman that's pregnant
not of my own child nor yours, but depression's ownYou told me you'd love me
But what is this love that you
don't know the meaning of
My mind told me i'd be safe with you
The kind that would overly protect me
But what is protection when my fellow sisters are getting raped by the day
What is respect when you can't even give a piece to yourself
Instead you should piss on yourself
When you told me the greatest gift
I could ever give you was a child
Was it so you could rape her too?
I guess the sex is never good unless it feels wrong.
Yes i am a woman!
A woman that's pregnant not with my own child nor yours,
but depression's own
Like what is protection when
my fellow women are dying at your own expense
Can't we at least be in phase with the jaws of death with divine timing & not femicide?
But no these are the signs of the armageddon
Not even science can prove the reasons as to why i'm in so much burden
Because really there's too many & i'm tired of it.
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Shane & The Moon Diary [Completed]
Poetry'When Daniel said, "it's not me but God who interprets these dreams" I felt that", & so in the same manner I chose to glorify God with the little I know about poetry.