FRUITLESS

Will this wait ever end? Will the time ever come? Oh my womb! When will something sprout? Husband calls me a slut “You had too many abortions” Me! But I knew no man Until I became a bride Mother-in-law mocks I bear scar from her lip-whip Even my mother says I have a husband In… Continue reading FRUITLESS

SHE’S 14

She’s fourteen, not yet eighteen In her tummy a baby kicks May be one, two, even three She’s fourteen not yet eighteen Puberty rushing her out of her teen Fleshy thoughts, foxy eyes follow the thing To temptation she yields, like honey to a bee She’s fourteen not yet eighteen In her tummy a baby… Continue reading SHE’S 14