at 18 I was told
no Children were to grace my life.
at 18, I did not care,
but eons later
I want, I want
My womb and my hormones play a lovely
harmony
feminine in nature
but I must remain fallow.
Better this fate than to
live out my years
giving birth to babies
doomed and damned
How unfair, this bitch of a life!
Early mornings I awake and go on
and pay the bills
pay all the bills.
Our life is fertile dark
rich earth
but we MUST NOT PLANT IN IT.
 

ruth lance, Person w/HD
 
 

Slaying The Dragon Poetry